The following excerpts are from journal entries from the late 1990s-early 2000s.
The Prytania graveyard:
Sun filters through mossy, over hanging trees, softly lighting the crumbling graves.
A grey cobblestone path weaves intricately through the tombs. The newly polished granite smooth as glass, brilliant floral patterns the tombs made fresh. Decay is a natural part of the cycle of life. Many of the engravings have eroded away. Memories fading. An echo of the past forgotten.
This place has become a small, get away haven, for us. We spend hours lulling about, attempting to stop time with our cameras.
Today we saw a blue eyed, white cat, darting between the graves. It rolled over on its back with a purr, as soon as we began to approach it. I assumed it would flee at the sight of us, like most of the Quarter cats. To my surprise it jumped on us, playfully batting at my hair as I bent down to pet it. I snapped a few shots. Hopefully they come out.
Prytania Coffee House:
I have seen a few local celebrities here a few times; Trent Reznor, Anne Rice… it is quiet here. Apparently, I am not the only one that seeks shelter from prying eyes at the Prytania Coffeehouse.
One can sit in the windows looking out at the Victorian houses lining the block. Or on the black rot iron balcony, looking down upon the graveyard. There is a bird feeder on the patio, where the birds sit, gossiping about the town. The walls inside are white and charcoal in color.
They sell sweet jams and fruit teas here. Mango is my favorite.