NoLa
Manic Musings about my favorite city
I love New Orleans, what’s not to love about a city that shuts down completely to party for a week. Bon Temps Rouler my friends. This is for all the crews just now (6am) laying their heads on pillows. My son and his precious family live there so I visit every time I get a chance here is my take on this unpredictable nirvana.
Nola
Dirty, dank, precarious, unstable not a place for the weak of spirit or body.
Don’t walk there alone at night.
Gothic and beautiful.
Dangerous and welcoming
As many graves as inhabitants
To walk around the French quarter brushing off the powder from café du monde feels lucky
Lucky this place wasn’t drowned in 2005 just washed off the map
Resilience is the best word, maybe southern pride
Founded in 1718 the transportation act brought thieves and murderers to her shore
Native Americans were desperate to keep their sacred lands
Blackbeard was killed in the waters of North Carolina the same year
The country was in conflict all the colonies against each other and slavery the norm
Same year San Antonio was founded but it lacks the spirits and creole magic
I love New Orleans early in the morning it is awe inspiring
My favorite thing to do is grab an ice coffee and visit the ancestors
Watch as the night owls sleep deeply in their dens.
Morning workers grudgingly go about their business
It is not a city for the faint of heart it takes balls to love it
If you open your heart and embrace her with all her vice and foible you will fall in love
This feels like a love letter to New Orleans. It takes balls to love. Period. And this love letter captures that perfectly....to love despite the ugly, despite the dirt, choosing to see the beauty in the mess. At the same time, it acknowledges that beauty isn’t just in spite of the city’s history but because of its resilience. Doesn’t that mirror not just New Orleans, but ourselves, or at least most people we know? It takes balls to love. Period.