Bells, Bells, and More Bells

At the old apartment, we had old windows. 150 year old windows, to be exact. We were also only on the second floor. While we didn't live on one of the noisiest streets in the Quarter ~ Bourbon, or Royal, or even Decatur ~ there is no real "quiet" street in the Quarter. Combine all of this together and you get constant noise. Some of it ~ the music, the brass bands, the riverboat calliope, the laughter ~ was delightful. Truly. Others of it, though ~ the restaurant opening and closing, the drunken tourists, the twice-per-night trash collection, the arguments ~ got old quickly.

Here in the new place, if we have the windows open, we can hear the traffic. If the windows are closed, none of the life below us reaches us. Except for the bells. If you go back to the post a couple days ago, where I posted pictures, in the night view, you can see a building with a rose window. That building is a Jesuit cathedral. They have bells.

From 7 o'clock in the morning through 10 o'clock at night, the bells sound every fifteen minutes. At noon and at 6:00 PM, they peal and we are treated to a concert. Our first morning here, they woke me at seven. Our second morning here, I didn't hear them until 7:45. Now, sometimes I don't even notice them when I'm awake. I'll tell you though, when I do hear them, they warm my heart and make me smile. May they do the same for you.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.