A few years ago, I visited New Orleans for the first time. After years of longing to experience The Big Easy, I found myself sauntering (okay, stumbling) to the tune of brass bands and bounce music down Bourbon Street, passing a refreshing Hurricane between my friends, beneath the twinkling of Mardi Gras beads dangling from balconies overhead. It took me all of five minutes to become obsessed with this town, and I’d give anything to be there now, knee-deep in a Sazerac.
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