I finally had the chance to take my camera on the road. The Crescent City is a gorgeous place with great sights, delicious cuisine and interesting characters. I was able to practice taking a few shots in between the tours, the jazz and the meals.
There are a lot of places I like, but I like New Orleans better. There’s a thousand different angles at any moment. At any time you could run into a ritual honoring some vaguely known queen. Bluebloods, titled persons like crazy drunks, lean weakly against the walls and drag themselves through the gutter. Even they seem to have insights you might want to listen to. No action seems inappropriate here. The city is one very long poem. Gardens full of pansies, pink petunias, opiates. Flower-bedecked shrines, white myrtles, bougainvillea and purple oleander stimulate your senses, make you feel cool and clear inside.
― Bob Dylan, Chronicles, Vol. 1