An Offering

My S.O and I spend a lot of time in the Bywater, a New Orleans neighborhood that sits right next to the infamous Lower Ninth Ward. The Bywater is generally known as an artsy neighborhood with a lot of character and local personality. Chickens roam freely about streets where many artists and musicians make their home.

Many of our friends live in this neighborhood. There are quite a few neighborhood bars and restaurants that we like, such asĀ  The Country Club, a gay bar with clothing optional swimming in the back. When people come to visit us, I always love to drive them down through the Bywater so that they can see some of the most beautiful and interesting houses in New Orleans.

While a little bit rough around the edges, and certainly not the swanky Garden District, the Bywater is the place to be if you’re looking for charm and character.

The local traveling kids celebrate Dia De Los Muertos with an elaborate Day of the Dead Parade that walks through this neighborhood every year. And there are several artists’ lofts and colonies where people celebrate the neighborhood lifestyle daily, by creating amazing things.

One of my best friends lives here, and was walking out of her house when she came across this sight on Burgundy Street (that’s Bur-GUN-dy St. not BUR-gun-dy as it is everywhere else in the world)…

I assume it’s an offering to Papa Legba. It was sitting at a four-way crossroads.

I don’t know what the person was asking for, but this is one of the things that I love so much about New Orleans. How many other places are there in America where you can walk out your front door and find an offering to a Lwa, one that you known will be left alone and respected?

It’s always good to be reminded that Voodoo and Paganism are alive and well in my city.