Dreaming of the Big Easy

It’s been about a year since my last musical journey down to New Orleans.

The Big Easy. A po’boy for every budget, a daiquiri stand on every corner.

Music melting down the streets with nostalgia and newness.

Tourists. Friendly natives with their southern hospitality and welcome drawl.

Preservation Hall with it’s ‘no photography’ rules (sigh) and fresh beignet’s that tease you “I bet you can’t have just one.”

 

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