Bourbon Street

My beloved late husband and I once strolled down Bourbon Street, on a mild winter's afternoon. The musicians enchanted the atmosphere, as sparrows lent their own songs. We dined on gumbo al fresco with friends, Spanish Moss clothed ancient trees. It wasn't yet Mardi Gras, but we felt so festive, with her old-time buildings and eccentric people, all those years ago. This New Year's Day, New Orleans mourns again, her heart has the wound of loss, as some of her innocent revelers died an untimely and unforseen death. The city of celebration, candlelit for remembrance. ~