Thursday, December 06, 2007

You do that voodoo that you do to me

A long time ago, I visited New Orleans while on a road trip across America (I've been through two-thirds of the country, but not all the way across by car--yet). It quickly became one of my favorite cities in the world for atmosphere, music, FOOD, culture, art, and architecture.

Of course my love of religions, mythologies, and folklore also led me to the Voodoo Historical Museum! It was beautiful and the tour of the town they gave was delightfully creepy.

I promised myself that I'd go back to the city to enjoy it again, but it's almost ten years since I've been there and I have yet to make good on that promise. Katrina did intervene, and thoughts have popped up intermittently about what more I can do to help that city. It'd be an adventure to live there for a time, but for now, I may just visit for my birthday (and see how I feel).

Many of the living artists I admire make their home in the Big Easy. It would be wonderful to meet them in person (and take a tour of their studios!).

Let the good times roll,

I.
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