Home»Blog»Picture Stories»Skyline. City of New Orleans. When I was little I dreamed of this place. From the outskirts, from Big Branch, from Thibodaux, from Donaldsonville and Paradis, we called this place “The City.” Oddly enough my first off-the-top-of-my-head New Orleans memory is of a field trip with my high school international club to the french quarter. We rode in a blue bus across the causeway. I bought a small bottle made of blue glass from a trinket salesman in the french market. I saw two women kiss outside of the pub on bourbon street. Then further back there are some early childhood memories of mardi gras. Canal street. Happy.
Skyline. City of New Orleans. When I was little I dreamed of this place. From the outskirts, from Big Branch, from Thibodaux, from Donaldsonville and Paradis, we called this place “The City.” Oddly enough my first off-the-top-of-my-head New Orleans memory is of a field trip with my high school international club to the french quarter. We rode in a blue bus across the causeway. I bought a small bottle made of blue glass from a trinket salesman in the french market. I saw two women kiss outside of the pub on bourbon street. Then further back there are some early childhood memories of mardi gras. Canal street. Happy.
