The Time We Made A Plan Part II: Beads and Beignets

Before I left for New Orleans, a few students cautioned me that maybe I shouldn’t do “all of the New Orleans things” because it was Holy Week. I am still not sure whether to be flattered or concerned by their assessment of my “wild oats”-sowing tendencies, and I’m also curious what they imagine my non-Holy Week behavior to be. Nonetheless, I managed to make it to New Orleans and in one piece with a clean conscience.

I most looked forward to this final stop on our road trip for the chance to see and catch up with friends, and spend two more days pretending Jess wasn’t moving. I never expected to be find the city itself such a place of inspiration. Few driving experiences have been as harrowing our first entrance into a land of rampant day drinking, high pedestrian traffic and no crosswalks. However, it’s hard to stay stressed when everyone exudes such a wonderfully relaxed spirit of celebration and life. We stayed in the middle of the French Quarter, and I loved how music narrates the streets at all times. Some of my favorite memories were just sitting on the balcony and listening to the sounds of the city.
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Art is infused into every inch of the city. Even the trees were sporting their best Mardi Gras beads.

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The city is alive and full of magic and life.

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I never expected to make this comparison, but New Orleans reminded me so much of Budapest.

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Obviously the flavor of each city is vastly different, but both cities exuded such a fierce spirit of artistry, inspiration and music.

IMG_2513 IMG_2542Art can be found in most cities, but both of these cities seem to be works of art themselves. New Orleans has joined the ranks of muse cities, and spending a few days there catching up with old friends was the crown jewel of a superb road trip adventure.

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