I got back from New Orleans a couple days ago, and I am really gonna miss it! Like I said before, this was my first time traveling, so I'm not really sure if this is a normal thing or just because I have no frame of reference whatsoever, but I really feel some sort of
connection to New Orleans now... Maybe I was too quick to consider travelbloggers weird...
( First, some family-related angst... ) *sigh* Besides that, I really did have fun, though! There are a lot of little specialty shops like a fancy stationery store with art from local artists where they make their own ink in house, and a playing card store where the guy sells both commercial decks and his and other indie artists' designs, and vampire-themed gift stores and cafés where, once again, the employees work together to put out a weekly zine and sell stickers of their art. It seems like almost every street has several galleries selling local artists works and there are frequent events, like in Pirate's Alley near Jackson Park, where local artists hang their works on the fence behind them to sell and talk to passersby. And that's not even getting into the music -- live jazz in parks, parades coming down the streets... They seem to have so much respect and admiration for their artists! Is that what every city is like, or is this specific to New Orleans??
Hearing about the history of New Orleans also really moved me! Like, after a long night of boozing, me and my mom spent a chill day in Armstrong Park, which was across the street from our hotel. (My sister was out cold for most of the day...) As we were getting ready to leave, we noticed a bunch of people gathering near the gates, many with musical instruments. One man, holding a trumpet, was hanging back, so I asked him what was going on. He started to explain how they were having a parade for a wedding -- there used to be parades going through the French Quarter at all times of the day and night, but that all stopped after Hurricane Katrina, COVID, etc, and it made him sick. So he and a couple buddies were trying to revive the tradition. The only reason he wasn't participating in this round was because someone had literally just stolen the mouthpiece to his trumpet a few minutes before and he didn't know where to get a replacement on such short notice. So he started explaining the history of jazz music to us; how when Louisiana was ruled by the French, slaves were allowed six hours of free time a week and they'd meet up in Congo Square (right where were standing!) and play music and dance; and more about the area and places to visit. Apparently, he used to be a tour guide, but decided he'd rather try to make a difference in the community.
( I also made a couple little paintings... )Again, overall, an amazing experience! It makes me want to make some drastic life changes...