Exotic New Orleans.
A.J. Liebling, of all people, said, “New Orleans may be exotic in some respects but in others it is exactly like everyplace else.” Those are fighting words to some people. I have my opinions. I find little about New Orleans that is exactly like anyplace else. Such is the city’s nature.
I am going to visit the real world outside New Orleans in the very near future.
Everywhere I go out in the real world, when I tell people I am from New Orleans, they will say, “That would have been my first guess.” Then, they will treat me like an exotic New Orleans bird and they will constantly ask me if everything is good enough.
Everything out in the real world is good enough. Everything in New Orleans is better.
I just looked out the window. A miniature steam locomotive pulling a long train of cars just tooted by. This whole city is an amusement park.
Inside New Orleans, I am merely an eccentric. Outside New Orleans, I am exotic. I went to a mall in the suburbs yesterday. Everyone knew I live in the city and we all know which city I am talking about.
I would die in Baton Rouge. Baton Rouge is not exotic. Baton Rouge is boring.
Now I am going behind the paywall. We could use some more paid subscriptions around here.