Notes from a New Orleans Café

A kaleidoscope of faces
glides along a buzzing counter,
which vibrates with conversation, pleasantries and caffeine.

Good morning! / Yes, please / That’ll be… / Thank you!

What’s their destination?
What’s their motivation?
”We see faces,” Mami used to say.
”But we don’t know their hearts.”
To whom do they belong?

Good to see you / Have a good day! / See you soon

They’ll surely come here again,
but for now, their hazy faces
fade out onto Julia Street
as they carry along.

Their day – and mine – has just begun.

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Penned April 9, 2025, 8:35 a.m., Bearcat Baked, New Orleans

Valeria L. Palmertree

A self-proclaimed dreamer, grammar geek and storyteller with a serious case of wanderlust, I can most often be found somewhere near the water. In addition to beach-combing, my interests include: writing, reading, cooking, dining, listening to live music and taking in the outdoors -- preferably at the same time and in the company of my husband and golden retriever (whom you're likely to meet on these pages along the way).

Originally from Buenos Aires and raised in Miami Beach, I'm fluent in Spanish, Malbecand fútbol. Between the hours of 9 and 5, I'm a communications consultant for travel, tourism and hospitality brands. Additionally, my gig as a freelance writer has given me the opportunity to meet some pretty awesome people along the way. Currently, I'm the copy editor (and a travel contributor) for Electrify magazine. Always the optimist, I believe that connecting with and learning from one another is the surest way to break down barriers and spread some joy. Consider this my virtual olive branch of sorts. <3 xo

http://www.thepalmtreetype.com
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