A Balcony View

When I first visited New Orleans, many years ago, I was struck by the the shear force this place has on one’s senses- the smells, the sights, the sounds, the flavors. 

I was like a kid in a candy store- “I’ll take one. No, make it two of each. Oh yea. I can handle it”.

And now I live here, and I’ve had to learn to deal with people just like I was- amateurs and Queens. 

The thing is that all of these stimuli seem to mingle and find you at the most expected moments, wrapping themselves around a dark corner and scaring the shit out of you, or with a hand out when you open a door, sometimes with a mustache and a skirt.

“You might consider a different shade of lipstick the next time you shave. Your coloring is a bit ruddy for Pretty In Pink- here’s a five. Namaste.”

“Excuse me. Could you pick up after your ostrich shits on my tree lawn? What? Sure. Rake the leaves too- here’s a five. Peace.”

“That’s true. Huge Ass Beers and beignets don’t always mix well. Oooh nooooo…. I’ll get the hose- and here’s a five. Clean-up. Have a blessed day.”

“Wow! That witch costume is amazing! It’s not a costume? Does your coven take donations?”

New Orleans is an amazing place but it’s easy to become overwhelmed. You must pace yourself or you’ll parish under the weight of a culture of abandonment and merry making, with a bit of hoodoo mixed in for good luck.

So at this time of year, when the crazies come out to play, I often enjoy my witchy brew from our balcony…

So I don’t end up here anytime soon.

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  • Patty at Home and Lifestyle Design - New Orleans can be overwhelming but I miss it. It is the most “alive” place I have ever been. There is an energy there that doesn’t exist anywhere else. Yes a bit crazy at times but never boring.
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    • A Pleasant House - Exactly! There is a buzz here that I’ve never felt anywhere else. The culture seems to be authentically inclusive- live and let live. You never know who’s coming for dinner, or when a party will just spontaneously pop-up! I’ve become a little spoiled- when I travel I have to remind myself that wherever I am- it’s not NOLA. Thanks for stopping by Patty!ReplyCancel

  • Walker Thornton - Makes me wish I were there!ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - I really must get down there and see it for myself someday.ReplyCancel

  • Theresa Ledford - I got through reading an Anne Rice novel one day, called my friend Tena and said “Pack your bags, I’m tired of reading about New Orleans, I want to go. Oh, and we are going to eat everything”. So we packed up and left at night. We stayed in the French Quarter and I kissed an oyster shucker and sang Christmas carols in the middle of the road with two people I don’t know (It was February), had a totally incoherent conversation with a elderly street trumpet player, made a life long friend with a random woman on a boat, made friends with two bartenders I still keep in touch with, there is a vague memory of a red pool table on the night I wasn’t the designated taxi grabber, and we documented our entire trip in pictures of food that we ate around the clock (They will deliver food right up to your hotel room from most restaurants any time of day or night!). I want to go back. I want to live there actually. That one week was not enough. I get an ache when I read about it as though I’ve actually lost something that belongs to me, LOL. Thanks for the view from your balcony. I’m coming back, when I do I’ll look you up!ReplyCancel

  • conniemcleod - One of my favorite things to do is to sit on a New Orleans balcony, drink in hand and enjoy the view. And if I’m on a covered balcony, rain is a nice touch.ReplyCancel

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