Beads Grow On Trees

The sun had set and the moon eclipsed as my plane touched the city of New Orleans, affectionately pronounced Orlinz (not Or-LEENZ).

Remnants of destruction sprinkled throughout the city paved the way to our final destination. But, St. Charles Street's lined trees welcomed us in grandeur with beads of purple and gold mimicking ripened fruit amongst leaves--For it is beads that this city is certainly not lacking. They are hanging from trees, lining the streets, and falling like rain from up above.

And just like the vibrant beads of New Orleans, so are the those merrily dancing on the street of Bourbon.
With lights flashing here and there and establishments inviting for an innocent drink it is not hard to soak in the atmosphere and dance right along with the crowd.

And just as soon as I entered this lively atmosphere, I find myself alone on solemn streets. Here it is silent, with gas lit laterns reminiscent of old European flair--two worlds separated by crossroads. And i'm left with the thought...

If beads can grow on trees then that leaves hope for many more possibilities; here in this city called New Orleans.