What sort of uncle darts into French Quarter traffic with a five-year-old to take snapshots of medieval-themed statuary? A very bad uncle.
“I think you’re a good uncle,” he insisted later over ice cream cones, reminding me that we should all be quicker to heed the beatific wisdom of children.
But what say you, Miss of Arc?
On the matter of children playing in traffic, the Maid of Orleans has chosen saintly silence.