At some point the old Cafe Du Monde mug turned into a common, everyday mug with no special meaning, aside from the memories we tattooed onto the mug – invisible ink, of course. When the chance presented itself, the same mug was purchased again somewhere in New Orleans, and I’m sure we’ll tattoo some more memories onto this mug too – invisible ink, of course. Thinking about it though, I can’t tell you when the first mug started to grow old and fade away. I think this is probably the case for a lot of things you see everyday. Time’s a sneaky concept!
Day 35 of 366