I feel so terribly behind on blogging, which is why blogging sometimes annoys me and I want to throw in the towel. But, I know that’s value to writing down my thoughts and experiences and sharing memories for the years to come. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll pick up my old blog, Creole Wisdom, as I sometimes like to share there, but for now this is my primary space for sharing words + photos on the web {when I’m not Instagramming my heart out}.
This past summer I had the wonderful opportunity of visiting Georgia for my father’s side of the family’s reunion. These are incredibly special experiences for me as I feel so drawn and connected to my summer roots. This summer was a powder keg of recognizing all the work still needed to be done regarding racial justice and very much a wake up call to me. I feel strongly that visiting Georgia was imperative to this process for me. This is a longer, more emotional subject that I’m still teasing out more, but today I’m going to share some of my favorite visual parts of Atlanta, Georgia.
{Sweet Auburn Curb Market}
After arriving and a sushi lunch, we stumbled upon this deliciously darling indoor farmer’s market. I feel drawn to markets whenever I travel, and this one was a feast for the eyes and the senses. As I began wandering around with camera in hand this gentleman asked me to take his photograph.
The market had a few boutiques including this darling tea shop that served delicious kombucha and boxed water. Why is that a thing? I think we’ve been hipster-ing for too long when this has become a product to be bought and sold.
Produce branding on cardboard boxes always draws me in…
While in both Atlanta and Savannah (where the reunion was actually held) we stayed at Air BnB lodging much to the chagrin of my dad. I’ve yet to convince him of the fabulousness that is Air BnB. It was humid and hot while in Atlanta {no surprise there} and we spent our first afternoon browsing the shops of our neighborhood and finding a boutique to visit the following morning.
Then there were the best oyster tacos I’ve ever had that I am STILL thinking about. Bar Taco had this gorgeous blue and white, completely southern style that made me so happy. All the waiters wore crisp blue and white button up shirts. Why can’t this be done up north? I lament! Also, their drinks were on point 🙂
Our last morning in Atlanta meant a stop to the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s church and museum. Despite traveling to Georgia many times I hadn’t had the opportunity to visit Ebenezer Baptist Church.
That afternoon we made our way to Savannah… stay tuned for more trip details 🙂
