The Calgary Herald - Saturday, June 23, 2012 Morning in the French Quarter of New Orleans. The cool breeze from the river has pushed aside the humid blanket of the night before and the streets are freshly washed and shining. Overhead, coloured shutters with their eyelashes of lacy cast iron have slept in their makeup and are still closed. In the shadows under the balconies, rivulets escape into the gutters, avoiding the arrival of the noonday sun. The smell of coffee and flowers wafts from sidewalk cafes along with the sugary aroma of warm beignets (New Orleans' version of little tiny donuts, only here they're airy pillows with a gentle dusting of icing sugar). Just for the record, if you play your cards right, everything you're going to eat in New Orleans will taste better than it does at home. Places you discover will have a hundred years more history than you're used to. You'll also fill your soul with music along the way. This is a generous, big hearted city. No flood can ever change that.
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