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Vaughn’s.

Okay. I’m back to normal. Whatever that is. I was wandering  around The Bywater when I happened to pass by Vaughn’s at the right time of day, with the right light. I’ve never been that lucky before. Usually, the light is too bright. Or too dark. But, just like Goldilocks’ porridge, this light was just right. So. I stopped and made a few pictures. Vaughn’s is a classic juke joint. Blues and jazz. Usually local musicians hold sway there on certain nights.

Pretty soon this guy passed by and didn’t mind being in the picture. In fact, we started talking about sports. This year’s Saints. That’s about the only pro team anybody in New Orleans cares about. The Christmas lights? No. This picture isn’t that old. But, the lights might be. For that matter, they might be twenty years old. Around there, anything is possible.

The picture. I was unprepared. I wish that I had a tripod. But, I wasn’t expecting to be there at that time. On the other hand, I rarely use a tripod. So. It probably didn’t matter.