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Day 14 and 15 New Orleans, Louisiana – Architecture

23 Jan

I am feeling the love.

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They say Paris is the city for love, but this past weekend New Orleans was all I needed.

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I am not sure if it’s because he has given me the life I have always wanted as a child.  A life of traveling and living in multiple places, experiencing different cultures, exploring cities and towns, or the fact that I have walked aimlessly through this city, stopping every two feet to take a dozen pictures, and he didn’t get upset (that was the longest sentence ever).  Instead he smiled.

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I love him more and more everyday, and sometimes I wonder if that will stop.  Until then, I will continue to respect, encourage, and love him.

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We listened to a band that played music from the 40’s while eating jambalaya at the Musical Legends Park on Bourbon Street.

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Beautiful wrought iron.

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Jackson Square artists.

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The Crescent City Connection twin bridges over the Mississippi River.

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Listened to funny mountain music while sitting on the steps of a courthouse until a wedding procession started to drown them out.

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Our first steps into the French Quarter, Luis wasn’t sure if New Orleans was his kind of place.  It smells, it’s dirty, and it is full of crazies.   After finding a nice place to sit and watch the people passing by, he began to see the beauty of the city.  Either that or it was his drink kicking in.

To me, it felt like a dirtier, crazier version of Key West.   Outside of the wild Bourbon street, all the others streets are tame.  You can look around and see all the details the city has.  I loved it all.

I gotta convince my buddies back home to take a drive to New Orleans and meet Luis and I there for a weekend of fun.  Hey guys, it’s the same driving time as Atlanta (hint, hint)!!

Until tomorrow, swamps!