“The only excursion of my life outside of New Orleans took me through the vortex to the whirlpool of despair: Baton Rouge. . . . New Orleans is, on the other hand, a comfortable metropolis which has a certain apathy and stagnation which I find inoffensive.“ - John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces
Next to the ocean, my favorite place in the world to be is New Orleans. I love the city and the people, the food and oh, the music. Getting off the plane, you can smell the city in the thickness of the air. No place like it on earth.
Early morning walks along thw river with a cup of coffee and chickory. Watching the fog slowly makes its way off the river.
People watching in Jackson square. Taking in all the sights, sounds and smells that the city has to offer.
Parades, you run into parades anywhere, at any time. People having fun, loving their city.
Walking down the streets, no place to be and in no hurry to get there. “I know what it means”.
Ignatius Reilly sums it up best. “Leaving New Orleans also frightened me considerably. Outside of the city limits the heart of darkness, the true wasteland begins.”
