My trip to New Orleans was lovely and short lived. I enjoyed some duck gumbo, dirty rice, a signature bourbon street "hand grenade", some live blues, a friend, saw an old rugby teammate, got a piggy back ride, put money in a jukebox that never played my songs and saw some ghosts. Then I was gone much like the robed lady in my room who caused quite a ruckus at 5:38am.
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