March was a rough month to say the least. I ended up not being able to sleep, had trouble relaxing, and felt unhappy in general. My friend told me that what I needed was New Orleans. And it was true. There’s something about the city that does something magical. Maybe it’s the people. Maybe it’s the music. Maybe it’s the unhealthy, but comforting food that triggers some rush of endorphins.
It’s a bit like a combination of Nice and Paris with an American twist – quaint with colorful stucco and amazing wrought iron trellises. But then there is the occasional opulence of Las Vegas. Continue reading
