...whew!
SO I redid my LJ. ::presents it happily:: Nawlins inspired me in an unexpected direction, so we've got M'siuer Bienville surveying all, and the most subdued versions of Mardi Gras colors I could concoct.
I'm still not sure I can talk about the trip. It was a soul-journey, and the Crescent City is almost impossible to encapsulate in any travelogue-ish manner. The place is magic, courtyards and paper lanterns, constant music and life and decay. Beautifully macabre, scary-silly and silly-scary. The Natchez's whistle and St. Louis' bells, Bourbon and St. Charles and Tolouse and Chartes. I can't stop thinking about going back.
Expect various "proper" entries to trickle out over the next week or so.
I'm still not sure I can talk about the trip. It was a soul-journey, and the Crescent City is almost impossible to encapsulate in any travelogue-ish manner. The place is magic, courtyards and paper lanterns, constant music and life and decay. Beautifully macabre, scary-silly and silly-scary. The Natchez's whistle and St. Louis' bells, Bourbon and St. Charles and Tolouse and Chartes. I can't stop thinking about going back.
Expect various "proper" entries to trickle out over the next week or so.