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| First book I saw in NOLA. |
Well! I finally made it to the Big Easy, and I was (mostly) alone. Would I go again? With friends, for next time I think.
Don't get me wrong, I experienced really beautiful moments there by myself, but also some scary moments of...well, being femme, alone, in a wild ass city where drinking is the main attraction for most. Did I watch someone crack open a whiteclaw at 10am on a weekday while walking their dog? Was I followed around at night by some shady characters until I dipped into a shop or bar? The unfortunate answer to both is yes.
But did I also witness the legendary Kermit Ruffins play trumpet after I had just seen Kendrick Lamar perform an hour earlier? Hell yes I did. I made some new friends too, and they kindly let me tag along at night so I wasn't just out at bars, a drunk wallflower obsessively people-watching from the corner.
And then there's the food!!!