i'm in love
I had been to new orleans twice before, and always thought it was a charming city full of history, culture, and lovely architecture. But for some reason i really fell in love with the city this time, the way you fall in love with a beat-up three legged dog. Not because you feel sorry for it, but because you are moved by its spirit and thoroughly respect its courage.
A city with a history of heartache, not unlike many other cities. But in place of bitterness there is resilience. Insisting on joy. The mourning of death becomes a celebration of life. In place of a sense of entitlement, there is a need to share the little they may have. Smiles from strangers on the sidewalk who ask for nothing in return. Music on every desolate street corner. Ghosts down every alley.
I was very sad to have to leave.
I had not even made it to St. Louis when i felt the relaxing southern pace seep from my skin as Manhattan slowly tightened its grip around my neck.
