That’s part of a line from a song sung beautifully by Louis Armstrong about a hundred years ago. (Okay, it was from 1946, so only 73 years ago. Close enough.) It seems that long since I’ve been there, although it’s only been 19 long years.
I’m spending the next several days there, for business and for long-awaited pleasure. I am over the moon.
I’m convinced that I’ve lived in this beautiful and exotic city in another life. From my first visit for Mardi Gras in 1987, to my next for New Years’ crossing 1988 into 1989, to the long dry spell to a second Mardi Gras in 2000…. I will miss Mardi Gras by one day this year, yet the city in its hangover recovery is quieter and vibrates a little less frenetically, more laid back. They’ll still give me a great birthday weekend.