New Orleans moves in slow motion. Whether it be the humidity, your lingering hangover or the laid back locals, you’re bound to catch onto the pace in no time.
Just walking from place to place is an amusement park full
of distractions that quickly seduce you into the moment. You’ll head out
your door with a plan and three hours later with a camera full of memories have
forgotten all about it.
The days blur into one surreal image after the next. A young black boy tapping his heart out in the boiling sun on a wood plank. "Mornin' ma'am," he said to me every morning as I walked to the corner for a cup of smoky chicory coffee. A petite girl in her twenties with pale skin and bright red lips strumming on the banjo. She played me my favorite Patsy Cline tune. A brass band of young musicians and a dancer in a fringe top and psychedelic booty shorts jamming in a warehouse.
As the sun sets and the moon rises over the Mississippi the fun doesn’t start, it continues…and so does the drinking. Bloody Mary’s with pickled onions, Pimm’s cups, Mint Juleps, Bourbon on the rocks, Abita (the local brew)…I was never drunk, just always buzzed.
My intoxication created a fitting haze over a city that’s hard to believe.
While The Big Easy lifestyle certainly isn’t for us all, a visit to New Orleans is much more than a vacation; it’s a temporary shift in reality for those of us who usually live our lives according to the clock.
As the sun sets and the moon rises over the Mississippi the fun doesn’t start, it continues…and so does the drinking. Bloody Mary’s with pickled onions, Pimm’s cups, Mint Juleps, Bourbon on the rocks, Abita (the local brew)…I was never drunk, just always buzzed.
My intoxication created a fitting haze over a city that’s hard to believe.
While The Big Easy lifestyle certainly isn’t for us all, a visit to New Orleans is much more than a vacation; it’s a temporary shift in reality for those of us who usually live our lives according to the clock.
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