New Orleans day 5: in search of jazz and fried dough

Oh yeah, this is happening.

May be an image of powdered sugar

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I know you want some too – who wouldn’t want some world-famous stand-in-line-for-them beignets from Cafe du Monde?

I learned the hard way that you have to hold your breath when taking a bite of a powdered sugar-coated deep fried pastry. The pigeons are LOVING me and the mess I’ve made

I can mail you all the leftover powdered sugar – they put approximately half a pound of it in the takeaway bag. I’m sure that won’t flag you as a suspicious person or anything. Innocent white powder, mailed between friends.

Eventually a tuba player and trumpet player duo showed up and now I’m writing with jazzy accompaniment.



If you’re an aspiring freelancer who’s working up the courage to leave the day job… good news! I’m sharing all the things I WISH I’d known before making the leap so that hopefully your journey goes a little more smoothly than mine.

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