As Billie Holiday sang, I love New Orleans. And I don’t say that because like sushi, feng shui and working out, it would sound totally uncool if I didn’t. I also don’t pretend that I understand the city and its neighborhoods, its history, it’s culture—I don’t. I’ve only been there three times and spent most of those trips in the French Quarter. I ate beignets and bought a voodoo doll for $2. So if you’re expecting a thoughtful analysis or an insider’s knowledge or even a decent recipe for gumbo–yeah, you’re not going to get that from me.
|The Hotel Monteleone|
cleaned every single item out of abandoned apartments and cleared brush from yards in the 9th Ward, a mile from where the levee broke. It was exhausting and rewarding. We went to the center of the Quarter for a few hours one afternoon, and I knew I wanted to come back.
|The LaLaurie Mansion|