There is magic in the air. It follows in ways when I walk through such foreign streets. It seeps into my soul and gives my body the rhythm to simply move. I traveled to a place I've never known. A magical city once unknown. And now that I've had a taste, a sense of it's authentic mystery, I am forever amused. I rest, sitting at the French Market, alone. He separates the oysters from it's shell, it's home. He stops to stare for a brief moment, like the sparkle of the most beautiful sea. His eyes are endless. I'm filled with a sense of belief. Serenity is our religion. I sit here and write, take in these last, lasting moments in oh, sweet New Orleans. This soulful fire of a place, I admire as I am ever so drawn to it's ethical lifestyle. There is nothing at all like it and I am confident there will never be.
New Orleans, Louisiana
September 16, 2011
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