"Love is my form, truth is my breath, bliss is my food; my life is my message, expansion is my life..."
-Sri Sai Baba
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
The Colors of the French Q.
With sisterface in town for the first time, it was wholly necessary to introduce her to Nawlins' in proper style. Nothing beats a whole day excursion, kicking off with Old Mama Leah Chase's Dookie Chase's mean ass fried chicken and read beans 'n' rice, followed by a lazy streetcar ride downtown by way of New Orleans illustrious St. Charles Ave. Add some street art gazin' and impromptu magic shows and voodoo jinx, a pit stop at Cafe Du Monde for their powdered sugar beignets and iced coffee and plenty of live court-side brass band music, plus one adorably mischeivous pup! in the mix, and you've got yourself a slice of Nola bliss, extra butter, please. Such good times with baby sis, romping all ova town with that Big Easy swag.
An ongoing editorial of my open-faced eddy of thoughts and (occasionally) dotty exposes of cerebral artifact. A zany canvas of soul-eclipsing revelation and staggered blips of nuance, artistic creed and sublime self-illumination. Welcome to my love affair; welcome to my life.
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