Monthly Archives: May 2015

She stoops to conquer: Finding my feet in New Orleans

Posted on May 18, 2015 by bakersdaughterwrites

For the last week I have been in New Orleans. I am trying very hard to say “New OR-leans” rather than “New Or- LEANS”, which comes more instinctively to me. I haven’t even bothered with “N’awlins” or “Nola”, because this … Continue reading →

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Postscript to “On the benefits of being incapable of following a map”

Posted on May 14, 2015 by bakersdaughterwrites

A follow-on from my previous post: So I didn’t meet the love of my life in the taxi rank, share a cab with a famous jazz musician or get showered with money upon leaving the airport. This was disappointing, as … Continue reading →

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On the benefits of being incapable of following a map

Posted on May 11, 2015 by bakersdaughterwrites

I am writing this sitting in the airport at New Orleans. It is not a particularly interesting place, and the city, which I’m sure is extremely interesting, is only a short cab ride away. (NB. I am now saying “cab” … Continue reading →

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On Crossing Brooklyn Bridge (with considerably different sentiments to Walt Whitman)

Posted on May 11, 2015 by bakersdaughterwrites

A preface first of all: if you think you may have seen this post before, it’s because you have. It has a bit of a schizophrenic history: I posted it, then repented and deleted it, then repented deleting it, because … Continue reading →

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Early observations of New York

Posted on May 7, 2015 by bakersdaughterwrites

I am writing this sitting on the fire escape. I have always wanted a fire escape. Something about the seedy threadbare romance of them appeals to me, conjuring up images of elegantly impecunious young women in wilted evening gowns and … Continue reading →

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