THE CITY THAT CARE AND A LOT OF OTHERS FORGOT
Ok, it’s obvious to me that I’m not cut out for blogging. I just can’t get the hang of publishing pictures in the right order. Here’s a second try at describing Halloween in a devastated New Orleans. The last photo with the bent cross is punch line. Why is it smaller than the rest? Another mystery wrapped up in the skeins of the web.
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Talk about living fearlessly, that’s what everyone who lives in New Orleans is doing right now. The food is wonderful. The drinks are amazing. The French Quarter never looked so good. Everything’s been spruced up and renovated. Well not everything, but you get the idea.
We arrived in time for the Halloween parade in the French Quarter. Anyone could put on a costume and join in. The parade was supposed to start at 5:30, but it actually started a little after 6:30pm. That’s New Orleans time. Around midnight masked revelers were still going strong in the Faubourg Marigny, and even at the courtyard restaurant the following weekend.
But drive out a little way and you’ll see block after block, mile after mile of empty houses. The schools are trying to come back. As you can see from the sign, Holy Cross is accepting applications, but the cross on the top of the school is emblematic.
Author Loraine Despres will give you short takes on love, life's little ironies, and the world as she moves through it, with detours including how to attract men and keep them happy. That's easy. Writing, that's harder. The writer's life, that one is the hardest of all.
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