![]() It was a marvelous, fabulous, dramatic, romantic adventure. We had celebratory bananas foster for dessert after etoufee, and got into a terrible fight for reasons I cannot disclose here. We strolled in the Garden District, making plans to live in a storied house, and drank hurricanes and French 75s in the Quarter, listened to jazz in the dark, danced in the streets, rode the trolley, visited the cemetery, looked at paintings of a dog that were popular at the time, and all the things you do on a first visit to that haunted, sinking city. A weekend at a fancy hotel where we would fill the jetted tub with soap bubbles and drink champagne on the balcony. ![]() Malcolm and I were living in New York and in the process of getting back together after an awful/awesome summer apart. The first time I went to New Orleans, it was my birthday. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |