It takes a single moment; the blast of the accordion, the bass booming, the trumpet leading the trio.
I am transported to another place, another era, another realm.
The weather is hot, the air is sticky, jazz music is escaping onto the streets from every direction.
Sounds, Scents, Laughter; all linger in the air.
History flirts with Tragedy who seeks Revelry.
Bourbon St, Canal St, Decatur St.
Deep in the French Quarter my unknowingly lost soul will be found.
*The City of New Orleans will always hold a special place in my heart; I recommend listening to Buckwheat Zydeco “Marie, Marie” to feel the writing above, it encompasses it fully.