Tag: food

• New Orleans

  

  A dream I once had took place in New Orleans. A jaded girl encountered an intruder in her Garden District mansion. Rather than flee, they remained tethered to the scene – their bond undeniable. I awoke curious. The dream left them face to face. I needed to know what happened. I thought about them for…

  DanaWeber

  July 23, 2020

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  architecture, boating, city life, creole, exploring, food, ghosts, jazz, music, new orleans, rv, travel, voodoo