Sight seeing in New Orleans was wonderful, I’ve never been to such an exotic and adventurous city. It was a haunting place at night and a gorgeous land at day. My lady friend and I traveled and explored as much as we could. We had far too many experiences than I could ever commit to paper.
I remember walking through the French Quarter marveling at all the energy. As we walked the streets the urge to record what I observed was strong. I chose to fight the desire, I fought the urge to sit and built a narrative, I chose to battle it because if I wrote what was happening, I wouldn’t be living it. I’ve always believed that the greatest component to telling a great story is knowing how to live one first. We can write till our hands bleed and our knuckles burst, but if we don’t know what it means to live, no one will believe the lives we’re trying to tell.
Throughout my life, I never understood the obsession people had for this city, but after spending only a week there I now understand.
On one of the first days we were there we went to a beautiful park in Kenner. We saw all sorts of exotic creatures, ducks, cranes, geese, black swans, seagulls and pelicans. We watched a friendly otter swim in a lake and smiled at all the head bobbing turtles. There was even a fancy, limply floating fish sleepily swimming sideways!
You didn’t even have to look closely to see all sorts of duck families, from fake mallards to real farm ducks. There were fun patterned duckies of all sorts of colors. Some looked all crazy like and chirped like squeaky birds, others had the red faces like buzzards. The park was amazing, easily the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen. It was hot like summer and bright like July. We walked, walked and walked. It was a magnificent day to share many wonderful moments with my very special lady and the whimsical wildlife.