The sun setting on a backdrop of rich purple,
silhouettes of moss hung cypress that seem to dance
with the fading light.Warm breezes blow in from the lake shore..
I can still remember the smell of old ice cream parlors
just off Jackson Square,the richest scents of creole cuisine,
and of course the sweet sounds of Jazz ...
To me there will never be anywhere like home.
Gotta love New Orleans.... missing ya...
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That hits home for me (no pun intended!). This is how I felt when I lived in Texas awhile, even tho I loved it there, too! And I really missed it when I lived in Mexico! There really is something special about NOLA! Great write!
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