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Haters of New Orleans are free to say they prefer Omaha, Little Rock, or Indianapolis.

In my opinion, America has three classic cities that are utterly unique and distinctive:

San Francisco, New Orleans, Boston.

We've only been to NOLA once, for an afternoon. We went to an aquarium with my oldest son and g-son, then they went back to Baton Rouge while we wandered around the French Quarter, with an adult beverage, just gawking. It was a neat place. The architecture was wonderful and people were friendly. The flowers were spectacular.

At one point we were walking behind a couple of people I assumed were probably also tourists. But one of them made the hair on my arms stand up with goosebumps. He/she (they were androgynous from the front) turned around and said "Blessed be, fellow traveler." He/she was wearing a small pentacle necklace. I didn't have any jewelry or other identifying stuff. We witches know each other. Maybe I read too many Anne Rice novels, but the French Quarter definitely has a supernatural vibe.
 
Haters of New Orleans are free to say they prefer Omaha, Little Rock, or Indianapolis.

In my opinion, America has three classic cities that are utterly unique and distinctive:

San Francisco, New Orleans, Boston.

More rankings from the mighty Cypress! LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
 
We've only been to NOLA once, for an afternoon. We went to an aquarium with my oldest son and g-son, then they went back to Baton Rouge while we wandered around the French Quarter, with an adult beverage, just gawking. It was a neat place. The architecture was wonderful and people were friendly. The flowers were spectacular.

At one point we were walking behind a couple of people I assumed were probably also tourists. But one of them made the hair on my arms stand up with goosebumps. He/she (they were androgynous from the front) turned around and said "Blessed be, fellow traveler." He/she was wearing a small pentacle necklace. I didn't have any jewelry or other identifying stuff. We witches know each other. Maybe I read too many Anne Rice novels, but the French Quarter definitely has a supernatural vibe.
I think Ann Rice ended up moving to New Orleans and bought a big mansion in the Garden district!

They do have a nice aquarium there.

We would visit Cafe du Monde every Sunday for chicory coffee and beignets.

Loved the vibe in NOLA.

My best friend lived in an old cotton gin mill converted to condominiums in a gentrified part of the warehouse district. Very funky and cool!
 
I think Ann Rice ended up moving to New Orleans and bought a big mansion in the Garden district!

They do have a nice aquarium there.

We would visit Cafe du Monde every Sunday for chicory coffee and beignets.

Loved the vibe in NOLA.

My best friend lived in an old cotton gin mill converted to condominiums in a gentrified part of the warehouse district. Very funky and cool!

You sound oh so interesting, Cy. Did you also hang with Trent Reznor? He was also one of your fellow Garden District folks.

Sorry you missed seeing the grinding poverty much of the population had to live in in New Orleans. You were very PRIVILEGED. When I used to go to a small bookstore in the Garden District occasionally on a Sunday morning I would wander about. Didn't take too long to meander out of the nice cozy wealth of the G D and stumble into some public housing. But you somehow didn't see that.
 
Yet you barricaded yourself in metry.
You don’t have a clue about the culture.

Note how Cy doesn't say where he lived. He was a white collar office worker in Downtown, which means, statistically, if he was white, he lived out in Metairie or out in Jeff Parish somewhere and commuted in. That's the lot in life for most of us who were white collar workers who worked in the city.

I'm sure he might be super wealthy and mommy and daddy helped front him for a shotgun in the Quarter but I doubt it highly. Sounds like he somehow missed seeing the poverty that was rampant in parts of NOLA which I find very "blind spotty". Maybe he's super wealthy and doesn't actually notice when others are in pain.
 
Yet you barricaded yourself in metry!

Nope, you're lying your fat ass off again as per usual. That's where my townhouse was, but I spent every weekday down in the Central business district, and weekends frequently in the French market, Jackson Square and the river walk, French quarter, or seeing friends in Uptown or warehouse district.
 
the French Quarter definitely has a supernatural vibe.
Definitely. Last time I was there garbage was piled up in the streets and it smelled like piss.
Also had a crawfish roll at one of the famous Brennan’s restaurant in the quarter. It was room temperature with no spices. And crawfish has absolutely no taste without generous amounts of spices.
I could get an awesome crawfish poboy at any number of shacks or mom and pop grocery stores along the river road between LaPlace and Baton Rouge for a fourth of the price.
 
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You sound oh so interesting, Cy. Did you also hang with Trent Reznor? He was also one of your fellow Garden District folks.

Sorry you missed seeing the grinding poverty much of the population had to live in in New Orleans. You were very PRIVILEGED. When I used to go to a small bookstore in the Garden District occasionally on a Sunday morning I would wander about. Didn't take too long to meander out of the nice cozy wealth of the G D and stumble into some public housing. But you somehow didn't see that.
I had no reason to visit or hang out in the ninth ward.

You're free to be terrified of public housing.

I didn't let public housing ruin my NOLA experience for me.

You're free to announce that you prefer Oklahoma City or Orlando to the New Orleans experience. Doesn't matter to me.
 
Explain precisely why you need to know personal details of my life experience, and then I'll tell you where I lived and worked.

Don't need to know the details, you just complained that I had sequestered myself out of the city. Meanwhile you act like you lived in the city, which is, again, statistically unlikely.

Especially since you seemed to miss seeing ANY of the poverty or crime.

So again, either you lie about not living out in the burbs with the rest of us or you are a seriously overprivileged white guy who sequestered himself in luxury so as NOT to see the suffering of the poor in the ninth ward or just in the city proper.
 
I had no reason to visit or hang out in the ninth ward.

Like I said, if you actually had lived in NOLA you'd know that you didn't need to walk far out of the Garden District (feel free to google where that's at) to see grinding poverty and urban decay worse than just about anywhere else I've lived.

You're free to be terrified of public housing.

If you don't think public housing in NOLA was bad in the early 90's then you are one fucked up privileged white guy. Jesus, dude, did you open your fuckin' eyes while meandering over to CdM?

I didn't let public housing ruin my NOLA experience for me.

The pain of others doesn't bother Cypress. He has no morality or care for his fellow humans.

You're free to announce that you prefer Oklahoma City or Orlando to the New Orleans experience. Doesn't matter to me.

I don't tend to "rank" everything like you do.

(And yeah it CLEARLY matters to you. Like a LOT)
 
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You must be very offensive at parties. Do people slowly back away from you?
Says the pear shaped California soy boy whose “friends” are in a forum thread on the interwebs . I’m sure you’re the life of the party when you open conversations about the meaning of life.
 
Definitely. Last time I was there garbage was piled up in the streets and it smelled like piss.
Also had a crawfish roll at one of the famous Brennan’s restaurant in the quarter. It was room temperature with no spices. And crawfish has absolutely no taste without generous amounts of spices.
I could get an awesome crawfish poboy at any number of shacks or mom and pop grocery stores along the river road between LaPlace and Baton Rouge for a fourth of the price.

There was a great sandwich shop in the Quarter that no one had ever heard about. Had great Muffellattas. Wish I could remember it now. Daniels? Too long ago.
 
Says the pear shaped California soy boy whose “friends” are in a forum thread on the interwebs . I’m sure you’re the life of the party when you open conversations about the meaning of life.

You KNOW Cy is a dreadful bore at parties. He's always as in ALWAYS name-dropping famous people he's read (even though he can't actually express any position in regards to what he's read just that he's read it.) I'm sure he also brings photos of his bookshelf to show people if they fail to be sufficiently impressed.

And now we have to hear him blather on about the deep cultural experience he had visiting the French Quarter like a tourist. LOL
 
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