When you think of New Orleans, you can visualize the lively streets vibrating with electricity. On most days your senses are heightened from the brass brands in the background, people stooping, enjoying one another’s company, drinking, and living the life. As we say, “c’est la vie.”
Those days are now part of the pre-Coronavirus past.
For now, we are hunkered down – at home. I would like to think of it as a “stay-at-home holiday” or hurricane party. But it’s nowhere close.
New Orleanians are patiently and eagerly waiting to awaken our souls and get back in the streets.
If it were a hurricane we were sheltering from, the bars would still be open, and people would be gathering to support each other and weather the storm together.
Instead, the bars, music clubs, coffee shops, and pretty much everything else, are closed and locked down.
The streets are empty and shockingly clean.
Store signs have either been turned off or left to burn in the night.
We reminisce and speak about “that one time…” waiting and hoping to get back to the “where y’at?”