Drop Me Off in New Orleans

April 25, 2012

I have a confession to make.

I have been in a love affair for about ten years.  My boyfriend knows about it and accepts it.  Sometimes it even enhances our relationship, and it makes me who I am.

My love affair is with the city of New Orleans, Louisiana.

This image of the French Quarter is hanging in my dining room

I am sitting in the airport right now and I only have about twenty more minutes of free wifi to tell you five of the things I love most about the city I’m about to be in for six days, so here I go, in no particular order:

1. The music

2. The food

3. The fun and irreverent atmosphere

4. The creepy-antique energy of the French Quarter

5. Jackson Square kiosks

I love New Orleans.  I don’t call it NOLA, I don’t call it Nawlins, I don’t call it anything that makes me seem like I deserve to be there more than anyone else.  I just love it.  This will be my fourth time visiting the fabulous city, and I’ll be going to the Jazz and Heritage Festival (Jazz Fest) for the second time.  I was only there once before Katrina, and because the French Quarter was barely touched by the flooding, I haven’t noticed much of a change when I go back and stay in that neighborhood (which I always do).

I find that I get lost in the old time blues and jazz that seems to be everywhere during Jazz Fest, and I go home humming minor blues improvisations for days and weeks. Most of what I play at work ends up having a New Orleans sound for a while, and I lead groups that somehow always bring me back there in my mind.  I feel like I’m home when I go to New Orleans, and I always feel sad when I leave.

Would I ever live there? No.  I’m a wimp and too scared of floods and hurricanes in a city that was built below sea level, and I have too much going on up north to move south, but I will always go back to New Orleans.

When I’m no longer able to go back physically, I will always remember those amazing times and go back to New Orleans in my music and in my mind.

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One Response to “Drop Me Off in New Orleans”

  1. Me too. I just went for Easter and just had to blog about all the houses we saw in the Garden District. You just can’t go wrong in NOLA!

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