Spent Saturday afternoon down Magazine Street in NOLA, where Juan's Flying Burrito served me an outstanding veggie quesadilla, and Sophie's served me an outstanding little cup of chocolate creole-cream-cheese gelato. Plus all of the cute little shops were open, and there was almost a fistfight between a shop owner and a meth-head looking shoplifter, and it had just stopped raining so the steaming streets smelled vaguely of boiled crawfish.
All good. Seriously.
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