The Uber waits. The driver whisks you to the garden district. It's the first stop on a long itinerary of must sees. So much to see, so little time. But the Crescent city has other plans for you.
The warmth and humidity slow you down, while revving up your libido. Ms. Nola brushes her hands together. "Yes Cher, that's more like it."
You begin to pay attention not only to the grand houses encompassed with blooms of every colors, but all of your senses have come alive.
The neighborhood may look like classic antebellum south, but the iron fences with fleur-de-lis tops tell a different story. Magic is it's signature color.
Your stroll becomes a meander as the aroma of magnolia and jasmine weave a spell on you. The intoxicating perfume has a hint of sweetness and a whisper of risqué decision making.
You've been untamed.
Outside, a woman stands with a cart full of masks.
She asks your name.
Then you ask hers.
"My name is Marie Laveau. "
She offers you a beautiful mask. "It's a lagniappe."
You are still under the seduction of the city when you choose the blue and white one. It sparkles. Did it just say your name? Well, it's the perfect accessory for happy hour.
You sashay to the famous revolving bar and take a seat. You're the only one wearing a mask, but it's New Orleans. They don't care. You order a hurricane, because a storm is brewing.
As the bar rotates, you sing, "round and round and round she goes, where she stops nobody knows."
Only you know. You enjoy your libation at a luxurious pace. Yes, Ms. Nola taught you well.
When you're done you stand up, then smooth out your dress. Take a deep breath. The first gentlemen you see is your date.
My, oh my, he's wearing a mask too.
You take his hand and head to a smoky room, with the smell of wine and cheap perfume. No, no, that's a song. You do head out to a little jazz bar and dance to the horns and piano all night. And go on and on and on and on.
Then you leave.
Strangers walking down the boulevard.
Dang it there's that song again.
The next entry I write will be my real itinerary.
But in the meantime...
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