Have you ever been to a rock festival, or at "Bunte Republik Neustadt" in Dresden, Germany. Then who can imagine how it is in the french quarter from after lunch and through the night. Thousands and thousands of people wander thought the streets, consuming litres of alcohol and try to find amusement in the big numbers of bars offering everything from cool New Orleans jazz to blues, hip hop, Irish folk and karaoke. Most of the streets are closed for traffic so it is a ball. Our hotel is just in the centre of all this, but a bit away from the most busy of them all; Bourbon Street. In the morning as I took a wee stroll, the smell was recognisable. Old feet, beer, puke cigarette buts and all, the smell I could remember from back then, as I went to the big rock festivals and always left as one of the last, and had the pleasure of smelling excessive consummation in the soil of the venue. This kind of sour odour that brings.
On my walk this morning it all came back to me through my nose from the streets here. And they had even washed them down. I am sure the same smell will greet me tomorrow morning, when I will go for my morning stroll.
No comments:
Post a Comment