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52 Weeks of Happiness - Week One


It's Fat Tuesday, so I've got my beads on. 
And not just any old beads, but ones that came directly from New Orleams. 
(For the record, I didn't get them the old-fashioned way one gets beads in New Orleans.  I'm just saying...)

It's not just the beads, it's the city. 
It's the sense of calm I get when I think of a place, so far away from me. 

It's the quiet that comes when I picture myself sitting at the Cafe du Monde, having beignets and cafe au lait. 


It's the memory of Keith and I trekking to the water's edge early one morning to watch the sunrise. 



It's the total happiness I feel when I'm having a bad day, and imagine that I'm really sitting here:







Comments

Unknown said…
I'm so jealous. I want to go there!!!!
Quadmama said…
I've been to New Orleans once. I was in sixth grade. I really want to go back. I just remember it being such a bustling, beautiful area.
Susan Anderson said…
You made some neat memories!

=)
Unknown said…
I think I could go for a beignet right about now!
Stopped by from the happiness project.
Actuary Mom said…
I've never been, your photos make we want to visit!
leigh hewett said…
Great post! That city truly is magical.

You might enjoy a poem that I wrote years ago about a trip my husband and I took to New Orleans. Here is the link...

http://leighvslaundry.blogspot.com/2009/08/poetry-project-day-3.html

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