Poor poor New Orleans

What a lovely place. How sad that it is no longer. It may have been a dirty old town as dirty old towns go but the music!, the 24 hour bars!, the gambling!. What a delightful place to sin! David and I had wanted to go back one day but it won't be the same now. All the historical old buildings and the old cemetery...will they still exist? The house of the rising sun and the old houses in the garden disrict, will they be there?
How I remember wandering the streets of New Orleans half crocked looking for the next happy hour. doing shots with David at one of the many ,many bars. The old run down looking building that was actually a very quaint dark piano bar. We sat around the piano requesting songs. Taking a shortcut through Harrah's to see if we could make some quick cash to drink with, or even milking our time at a nickle slot so that we could get free drinks at the casino. Oh, how the alcohol flowed!!!
I remember wanting to get my fortune read by one of the many psychics in the square if front of the chapel. How I should have...I wonder what has happened to those poor people now? I even wonder about the girl at the Dunkin Donuts that we saw every day (since we woke up at noon ready for breakfast) I remember sitting at some corner bar while David drank some frozen concoction that was advertised as the most alcoholic drink. I don't remember what it had in it but was very, very strong. How I wish i could remember place names and locations. But my memory does not serve me well. I did stand on the top floor of a mall parking garage so that David could get a photo of the Superdome. I did go on the tour of the old cemetery, quite hungover,I might add. How David left a token at "the voodoo queen" Marie Leveau's grave site.
What fun we had! Maybe New Orleans will come back better that ever, how I long to hear the sounds of jazz in the streets again.