Strange Times

These times are odd, make no doubt. Here’s a few images to look back at someday and marvel at.

The curve we hoped to flatten
We cheered for the USNS Comfort arriving in NYC.
Soldiers in Israel wear masks.
As do dancers in Shanghai.
A German doctor poses nude to protest a lack of PPE.
A nurse in an N95 counter-protests the anti-lockdown mob in Denver.
We started wearing masks for errands.
And bought stamps when the post office was failing.
We learned about “ground glass opacities” which became synonymous with “positive Covid”.

And we thought the scare caused by SARS-CoV-2 would be over in mere weeks. There was still a lot to come. We did some things well, and will look back with shame on other choices we made as a nation. We didn’t have much information yet, but isn’t that always how these things are destined to go?

a BuHi V-Day

For Valentine’s Day 2020, Scott and I took the day off work and headed to Buford Highway.  In case you didn’t know, this ~6 mile stretch of highway in Doraville is considered to be THE place to go for international food and culinary diversity in Atlanta. You can find everything from Szechuan mapo tofu to Bangladeshi shawarma. Ever wanted to try Malaysian food? Buford Highway has got you covered.

We started our day at Paris Baguette for coffee and pastries.

Next stop (and a MUST DO whenever you’re on that side of town): the Buford Highway Farmer’s Market [5600 Buford Highway]. The first thing to know about the farmer’s market is that it’s not actually a farmer’s market. It’s a supermarket. An amazing 100,000 square foot supermarket with fruits you’ve never seen in person before…

You can find dragon fruit.

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New Orleans, 2020

“Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?”

  – Louis Armstrong

new orleans mardi gras mask

I didn’t know what it meant to miss New Orleans until this January.  I’d been to the zoo there as a child, but had little to no memory of it — and Scott had never visited.  Despite this, I had a fondness for NOLA already due to growing up in Mobile, AL, the only other city that respects Mardi Gras as much as New Orleans. I figured it would be love at first sight, and it was.

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We stumbled across these (real) mid-century lamps in a shop on Conti Street.

olde pharmacy bottles new orleans

And I adored pouring over the bottles in an 1800s pharmacy.

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