This morning began at 1.10 a.m., with the fire alarm going off, and the whole building having to evacuate. No fire was ever in evidence. 11 floors is a lot of concrete staircase.
New Orleans has a better class of electrical junction box.
I hope this couple enjoyed their praline-filled fresh beignets as much as I did.
A hut painted with houses.
Some people do strange things with windows.
Some people try very hard with their balconies (that's a bubble machine on the right hand side).
Some houses are very small.
A centre figure, Europe (even if she does look like Queen Victoria), an 1860s figurine which is part of a Four Continents set - any connection with the Albert Memorial?).
A nineteenth century snail.
Perhaps my favorite thing in the museum: Mary Proctor's Freedom of Expression (1998): Proctor's art is intentionally celebratory of women, and painted on salvaged doors.
From the sculpture park next door: only three of these people are live.
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