Postcard: New Orleans, Dec. 2014

Mississippi River

Mississippi River, New Orleans

You see the river, swollen and brown, lapping cake-tongued at the bank. You know it stinks even though you’ve never been to this river before, even though you aren’t close enough to smell it, couldn’t be for another half-mile at least.

The first night, you sit back in a lawn chair and look up at the swamp trees overhung with paper lanterns and light bulbs in Christmas colors trailing from the branches, the way the night falls softly over the patio, which is what they call these big, open spaces here. You lean back into the laughter humming from the tables, wine bottles scraping against metal wire, chairs pushed back and forward like music. This town creating its own beat.

“Think of it like a dark room,” he says. “Think of it like a dark room full of squares laid out on the floor like tiles. You touch one and it lights up red, say it lights up orange.”

“Red or orange?” you ask.

“Red,” he says. “Orange. Anyway, you touch the square next to it and it flashes yellow. That’s how it goes, you keep walking, touching squares and they light up, and then the squares next to the squares you touch begin to light up before you touch them, blue and green and yellow again. You touch it and it goes by itself. That’s how it works here.”

“Oh,” you say. “Wow.”

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Bacchanal, Bywater


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Commander's Palace

Commander’s Palace

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