New Orleans. I shot a wedding. Got lost in the bayou, encountered a wild boar, did not feed the gators, drank coffee, ate shrimp and grits, saw music, drank more coffee, ate beignets, stayed in a magic house, sought out a spiritual healer, bought some florida water and candles from her and had her tell me things I knew and did not know about myself. I drove myself to City Park and walked around with my mouth open at all these beautiful oaks:
But, more on all of this later. Back to the airport, to the freezing rain, to that crabby town I call home.