This pen, ink and watercolor vignette was also composed during my week in New Orleans in March 2000, and was the scene before me as I emerged from a diner (See “Diner” in “Cafes” section of this website). Excepting the unique French-Quarter black iron grill work outside the windows, this particular scene could have been reproduced anywhere in the world in that tourists and locals, appeared mentally detached and/or “plugged in” electronically, on their way somewhere, only fleetingly cognizant of their physical location. Only the gentleman with his hands on his belt, to the right, seemed to have oriented himself in his actual time and space.
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