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Sunday, September 04, 2005

Requiem for a lost city

Going to Nawlins was always high on my must-visit to do list. Cloaked in music, the French Quarter, an ambiance of sultry mischief, sinfully good food and tradition as rich and varied as a bowl of gumbo. What's not to be tempted by? I was ready to pack my bags in 2003 for a stay at the Royal Sonesta when my plans got derailed. I only wish I hadn't put my desire to visit the Big Easy on the backburner for so long....now I'm only left with "what if's." A city steeped in such culture, history and complexity. Destroyed. Louis Armstrong certainly phrased it best.

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?
And miss it each night and day
I know I'm not wrong... this feeling's gettin' stronger
The longer, I stay away
Miss them moss covered vines...the tall sugar pines
Where mockingbirds used to sing
And I'd like to see that lazy Mississippi...hurryin' into spring

The moonlight on the bayou, a Creole tune... that fills the air
I dream about magnolias in bloom... and I'm wishin' I was there

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?
When that's where you left your heart
And there's one thing more... I miss the one I care for
More than I miss New Orleans

The moonlight on the bayou, a Creole tune that fills the air
I dream about Magnolias in bloom.... and I'm wishin' I was there

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?
When that's where you left your heart
And there's one thing more... I miss the one I care for
More.... more than I miss...
New Orleans.


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2 Comments:
Blogger Mealone commented at 9/12/2005 11:02:00 PM~  

Yea I have been prepping myself with a lot of Anne Rice and waiting for the time to also.

Blogger TriniPrincess commented at 9/13/2005 09:49:00 AM~  

Speaking of Anne Rice, did you read her op-ed column in the NYT, mealone a little over a week ago? Great piece.

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