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A card-carrying republican - Nobody wears a white coat any more...
...a tribute to becoming a doctor.
ayradyss
ayradyss
A card-carrying republican
Every city is dirty. The wear and tear of its inhabitants - thoughtless humans that they indubitably are - is enough to break down the most pristine of showplaces, and tourists have little to no care for the paradise they are despoiling. Every city is dirty. Paris was filthy, begrimed with its aura of romance. New York leaves a film on the skin. Madrid, Barcelona, Rome, Chicago, San Francisco. They are all dirty. It is the way of cities, O Best Beloved. They are only what they are.
In New Orleans, trash is collected twice a day, every day. I know this because Lord Chaz told me so. Lord Chaz, who states that he is a card-carrying Republican and worked on both Reagan campaigns, Lord Chaz who has a daughter who is twenty-one and about to go to law school, Lord Chaz took me and a handful of others on a walking tour through legends of ghosts and vampires of the French Quarter. It was entertaining and exciting and thrilling, all through the haze left by a Hand Grenade &tm on an empty stomach and an afternoon's wander through the French Quarter. New Orleans, despite trash collection, is still dirty.
The French Quarter - Le Vieux Carré - is as dirty as the rest of New Orleans, filled with tourists carrying plastic cups of beer and littered with the unmistakable decay of the city. There are strip joints and Hustler clubs and more bars on Bourbon Street than I cared to count. Everywhere there is the reek and whirl of a flashy-dress pimp just beckoning in: tu viens, chérie.... It is Place Pigalle all over again, it is Las Vegas and Niagara Falls in full dress gear.
But it is more. I walked down streets drenched in Louisiana sunlight and looked at what I saw. Wrought iron railings coiled around galleries two and three stories high like complex serpents, leaving patterns of sigils, initials, organic lacework lush with flowers. Stark brick walls climbed high, shutters clinging to them in desperate battle against the lassitude of humidity, worn and weathered, in need of paint, in need of love. Spikes snarled outward, mindless defence against intruders and barrier to escape. And flowers were everywhere.
It is a gem, this place, beyond the dirt of existence and the filth that existence brings with it. There is mystery and wonder in it; a cornucopia of history, creativity, antiques snd artistry and flowers and people. It is beautiful. It is lush and wondrous and surprising and fulfilling.
Look beyond, O Best Beloved. Look beyond.

now feeling:: drunk tipsy

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Comments
nessers From: nessers Date: May 1st, 2005 05:34 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
Two things:

1) I -love- New Orleans. And the French Quarter is my favourite place in the world. I've decided to get married there. No matter how many times I go there, no matter how many times I see all the same merchandise in all the same shops, I still can't get over it. It's magical, the French Quarter. Simply magical.

2) Have you ever read The Spirit Catches You And You Fall Down? If you haven't, you should. It's brilliant and it's about medical practices versus cultural barriers.
amasashi From: amasashi Date: May 1st, 2005 06:08 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
Yeah, cities tend to be much dirtier than other places. It's one of the city's drawbacks. I remember when I first moved to the city from the suburbs after high school, I found it to be horribly dirty. The streets, the air, the public restrooms, etc... And all those people always in a rush and in a bitchy mood. But as with all things, you get used to it over time and learn to appreciate the more positive aspects of city life :-)
turnberryknkn From: turnberryknkn Date: May 1st, 2005 07:13 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
I've never really thought of Chicago or San Francisco as "dirty" -- but that might just be in comparison. I mean, compared to Detroit...

I'm glad you're enjoying New Orleans. I never did feel entirely comfortable there -- the city just is very much the opposite of who I am -- but I did get the chance to see stuff beyond the strip joints, bars, and tourist traps, as I wrote once (A Quarter's Story).

Enjoy the city. :-)
From: broken_onewon1 Date: May 2nd, 2005 03:53 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
Glad to hear you are enjoying yourself, but you are missed as well :) hope you have even more fun and as safe trip back.
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