Me and Antoine be takin a walk today. He’s 86, so we ain’t movin so fast these days, but what the hell; it’s New Orleans. Different tune on every corner down in The Quarter. Poppin in for a Sazerac somewhere on Decatur, maybe, or a coffee and a couple beignets down at the Café du Monde. Stroll on down to Bourbon when the sun go down. yeah.
Lord knows what thrills might be awaiting us up on Blueberry Hill, eh?