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he didn’t strain against the four “Nobody has said anything. Is
feet of slack in his heavy leather there something I should know?”
leash. We walked towards the she asked in return. I pulled
river, past the Old Mint building,
and then turned to the right to Hardy’s photo from my pocket
walk through the French Market. and showed it to her. She did not
Dogs are not particularly recognize him, as did not one of
welcome in the crowded confines the other vendors I would show it
of the open air flea market, but
the vendors were all happy to see to, by the time Roux and I walked
us and to give Roux a little through the blocks-long French
scratch behind an ear or to rub Market. All this meant was that
his squared off head. We Hardy did not plan to take any
discussed how business was, the trinkets back to Hollywood after
mood of the tourists on this
particular weekend, and any unloading his fake money. The
problems they were having with price of most of this merchandise
shoplifters or were involved in would also not have warranted
any turf wars with the other using a fifty-dollar bill to make
vendors.
the sale, and his doing so would
“Anyone getting counterfeit have drawn even more scrutiny of
bills that you know of?” I asked the bills than Jason and Juaquin
Glenda, one of the dozens of gave what he tried to pass at
merchants selling their wares
under the market’s long metal Strada Ammazarre.
awning. She moved here from Roux and I crossed North
Arkansas after choosing this as
her new home because her Peters Street as we approached
custom made jewelry and the gilded statue of Joan of Arc,
necklaces sell better here than to pass through a doorway in the
they ever did in Eureka Springs.
floodwall. Roux likes to sniff his
way along the train tracks beside
the riverbank. I like that this path
avoids the heavy tourist foot
traffic along this stretch of tightly
packed shops and cafes lining
North Peters and Decatur Street.
It also gives me an excuse to
speak with the French Quarter’s
largest gathering of homeless
people. There is a permanent
population of veterans, and
occasional runaway teenagers,
who occupy the Moonwalk and
Jackson Square after dark, but
feet of slack in his heavy leather there something I should know?”
leash. We walked towards the she asked in return. I pulled
river, past the Old Mint building,
and then turned to the right to Hardy’s photo from my pocket
walk through the French Market. and showed it to her. She did not
Dogs are not particularly recognize him, as did not one of
welcome in the crowded confines the other vendors I would show it
of the open air flea market, but
the vendors were all happy to see to, by the time Roux and I walked
us and to give Roux a little through the blocks-long French
scratch behind an ear or to rub Market. All this meant was that
his squared off head. We Hardy did not plan to take any
discussed how business was, the trinkets back to Hollywood after
mood of the tourists on this
particular weekend, and any unloading his fake money. The
problems they were having with price of most of this merchandise
shoplifters or were involved in would also not have warranted
any turf wars with the other using a fifty-dollar bill to make
vendors.
the sale, and his doing so would
“Anyone getting counterfeit have drawn even more scrutiny of
bills that you know of?” I asked the bills than Jason and Juaquin
Glenda, one of the dozens of gave what he tried to pass at
merchants selling their wares
under the market’s long metal Strada Ammazarre.
awning. She moved here from Roux and I crossed North
Arkansas after choosing this as
her new home because her Peters Street as we approached
custom made jewelry and the gilded statue of Joan of Arc,
necklaces sell better here than to pass through a doorway in the
they ever did in Eureka Springs.
floodwall. Roux likes to sniff his
way along the train tracks beside
the riverbank. I like that this path
avoids the heavy tourist foot
traffic along this stretch of tightly
packed shops and cafes lining
North Peters and Decatur Street.
It also gives me an excuse to
speak with the French Quarter’s
largest gathering of homeless
people. There is a permanent
population of veterans, and
occasional runaway teenagers,
who occupy the Moonwalk and
Jackson Square after dark, but
