Something unexpected happened during the second half of my week in New Orleans. Well, to be honest, a lot of unexpected things happened, but mostly because of this one thing. Once my mom and my girls went home, I had several days on my own in the city. I expected that it would be me quietly wandering the French Quarter or museums and having awkward solo dinners.
Not so. Not so at all.
I discovered something remarkable about the city I adore. Being alone in New Orleans is not alone at all. People talked to me. Lots of people. Tourists who thought I was a local (well, I was once) and asked for directions or how there could be so many names on one above ground tomb, servers who didn’t want me to feel lonely at meals that are typically social times, a medium, tour guide, and a voodoo priestess…..
Don’t get me wrong. It wasn’t like I was being constantly bothered and never had a moment with my own thoughts. Not in the least. There was plenty of that. But I never felt isolated. And I made some very special and very unexpected friends that I treasure. The best souvenirs ever!
Read on to meet some of the folks, new friends and strangers alike, who made me feel at home.
There was one more friend who is a fabulous medium and a great encourager as well, but I was enjoying my time with her so much, I never even thought about getting a picture. Too bad, too. We had just done a seance and who knows who might have photo bombed that one. It was after thinking about that missed chance that I made sure I got pictures of the other folks!
I adore the people of New Orleans and am grateful for so many who made me feel welcome and at home. New Orleans, and especially the French Quarter, has always had my heart. Now, I’m sure I left part of my soul there, too. Technology has made it possible for me to continue to grow these friendships, but I can’t wait to get back down there and see them again!
New Orleans. A city whose heart is as big as its character.