I am not back with you yet, not really, but I really do miss you.
“What now?” he said, but he followed me into the garden pavilion.
“You’ll see.” I steered him into a waiting chair. All was in darkness.
“Just tell me it’s not a circus.”
The lights clicked on. I heard Louis gasp.
Three-hundred-and-sixty-degree projection had recreated New Orleans with a depth and richness that startled even me. Thick vegetation waved in a Mississippi breeze and carriages clattered by. The masts of tall ships glided past the familiar buildings of the eighteenth-century docks. And all was bathed in golden sunlight.
The wonder on his face squeezed my heart.
“Happy birthday,” I said.
“You’ll see.” I steered him into a waiting chair. All was in darkness.
“Just tell me it’s not a circus.”
The lights clicked on. I heard Louis gasp.
Three-hundred-and-sixty-degree projection had recreated New Orleans with a depth and richness that startled even me. Thick vegetation waved in a Mississippi breeze and carriages clattered by. The masts of tall ships glided past the familiar buildings of the eighteenth-century docks. And all was bathed in golden sunlight.
The wonder on his face squeezed my heart.
“Happy birthday,” I said.