I stepped off the plane like someone who is always stepping off the plane, and up to the curb where we waited for the white truck, which was stuck in traffic. The air was almost jovial, sun trickling sideways and the scent of flowers bouncing off the breeze.
“This place reminds me of California crossed with Buenos Aires,” I thought, as if I had spent hours and weeks exploring its essence. Continue reading “New Orleans – Enchanted Field Trip”