And Suddenly, Just Like That, I’m Done
The spell cast by New Orleans is broken. I am released.
Funny thing is, I didn’t know I was under a spell. I didn’t know how compelled I was to write about New Orleans. I didn’t know how completely immersed I was in it, ignoring almost everything else around me.
Not until this morning when I woke up and realized, I’m done.
That doesn’t mean there isn’t anything more to say about New Orleans. Heavens! The colors! The sounds! The places! The tastes!
Oh, the tastes! The absolute smorgasbord of taste experiences. Delicious. Wild. Exploding. An orgy for the mouth!
I didn’t talk about Riverwalk and its touristy flair….
….and its distant relative on the other side of the riverfront, the French Market.
And there is so much more I could say about the cemeteries.
But I’m done. I’ve been released. And now I’m going to go quiet for awhile so that I can reclaim my everyday, mundane life. And that’s a good thing.