Monday, June 17, 2013
At night, the tourist crowds rope around the vampire guides, the ghost guides, the haunted houses guides. The high-steppers carry their neon green daiquiri glasses down Bourbon. On Frenchmen Street, the musicians pack in the crowds at the Apple Barrel, The Three Muses, The Blue Nile, and for the price of a drink, and maybe a CD, you are in, too.
In the morning, rise early. Tell yourself you can beat the sun.