This was written while walking the French quarter in New Orleans.
The bewitching hour is set andDelphine LaLaurie mansionwill have visitors no fret . This town reborn from flames and floods and still nothing to regret . Old souls walking the stone paths in thirst for a smile . Bourbon street sweating with crowd and melody every mile. These streets have a tale to tell. Let there be beignets and flavor to dwell. Until we meet again old friend. Lots of great memories in my mind to spend.
Vielen Dank für das Lesen!