New Orleans may not be in a constant state of physical movement like Los Angeles or New York, even to contrary actually, but spiritually, this is a place is always active, and seemingly alive in its own way. The place was unlike anything I had ever experienced before: the voodoo and spirituality shops are in abundance, as are superstitions and beliefs in the supernatural.
Curiously enough though, I felt at home and at ease here, and curiosity engulfed me constantly. I did a lot of exploring on my own, and sat with artists and street performers, just to listen to them talk and share their lives. I ate at little cafés, listened to the music, and admired the color all around me. It is a place dripping in history, littered with stories, tragedy, pain, success, and joys. This town saw so much of American history, including its worse moments, and yet still, it is so far from anything else in America.
New Orleans though, does not exists on its own, but the culture extends to its surrounding cities and towns, and even swamps. They all worked together, with the Mississippi River as the center. I hope to go back and explore it all more. I want to learn more of this place.
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