Tag Archives: Vieux Carre

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Getting Away With It

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Empty? Maybe.

Silent? Never.

Hands on the clock crawl to that moment when day gives way to sultry dusk and all souls stir in their tombs, destined for midnight’s wicked frenzy.

This air buzzes with history’s notes—flashy keyboards and wailing horns. Floor boards creak underfoot, worn thin by musicians and their dancers, nobles and their courts.

Dazzling lights of royalty fell dark only once, born again amidst sapphire flame and victory bells.

Every chance I get, I sneak in, close my eyes and remember the devilry and decadence, incense and absinthe. Precious memories of brothers and sisters, fast friends and young lovers, chasing their dreams and tempting fate in the Golden Age.

We got away with all of it…

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Since The First Time…

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“Once you’ve visited New Orleans, the rest of your life will be spent planning to return.

That is…if you ever leave at all.”

I’m a life-long New Jersey resident, but I find bits and pieces of New Orleans everywhere I go.

One twinkle of fine crystal, whiff of incense or wail of a late-night saxophone, and I’m in the Vieux Carre. Standing on the crooked curb, hiding under balconies to dodge raindrops, or running my hands over walls that have witnessed centuries of Crescent history.

Last night we visited Frenchtown, NJ and the marvelous studio of our friends, Linda and Stefan Bright. One look at the chandelier medallion and I discovered the NOLA connection there too.

Thank you for a delicious dinner and a fantastic night of catching up!

Always remember, it’s never too early for Abita Amber in a go-cup.