I turned thirty (fairly) recently. To celebrate, my parents took me and Rosalind out on a trip to the United States. We chose to go to New Orleans as we’d heard wonderful things, and we had some friends getting married out there. It seemed like a good opportunity to explore a new part of the states, and share in our friends’ happiness.
The trip developed from the initial idea of visiting New Orleans into a mini road trip around the three southern states of Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama. It was an exciting and eye-opening chance to see some of the, shall we say, less touristified parts of the country.
This will be a multi-part piece. This is part one.
We arrived in our finest wedding gear and under blazing blue skies to the venue: Race + Religious. It was beautiful, packed with bountiful flowers and crooked corners and odd little nooks.
The service itself was short and simple and full of joy. A true celebration.
One of the most important elements of any wedding is the food, and this didn’t disappoint on that front: fried green tomatoes, mini po’boys, and the most delicious grits of the whole trip.
We were struck by a man in a suit and sunglasses who set up an easel in the corner just after the ceremony. He started sketching a few outlines of the building. And by the end of the night, he had painted an astonishingly vibrant scene, with all the guests represented.
It was a really good wedding. Congratulations to John and Danielle.
Up next: New Orleans itself.