Breakfast

Not at Tiffany's but at Stanley's.   Piles of pancakes, strong coffee and grey marble topped tables.  The cafe on the corner of Jackson Square has long tall windows, views of red painted building and scrollwork balcony out of one side; the other looking at the square with it's tarot card readers, people on a wheeled "walking tour, bobbing forwards and backwards to speed or slow. 

Wood and glass and marble reflections; the height of the room making all the people stick to the lowest quartile of available space.  Portions and proportions, we are not dwarfed by the space, New Orleans seems to be built on a more human scale, the ubiquitous skyscrapers away from this part of town. 
I like it.