I have strangely mixed feelings when I see the rows and rows of pastel houses in New Orleans. There is something vaguely funereal about those boxy shapes, lined up in the sun, each marked with a name and a number... The greenery lies just outside, fenced off, and it leans towards those houses as if patiently watching and waiting to reclaim its own. A beautiful city, this Bangkok of Louisiana, full of debauchery but with beautiful bone structure.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Jun 2013 15:29:33 +0000
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