New Orleans

I arrived in New Orleans on a hot and muggy afternoon, which set the tone for the rest of my stay. While the heat might be overwhelming to some, it felt familiar to me. Equally warm was the welcome I received, from strangers like the rideshare driver who picked me up at the airport, to my friend whom I hadn’t seen in nearly twenty years but who treated me like family. The hospitality embodied a phrase I heard more than once: “We’ll take care of you.” A perfect example came the day I arrived: she messaged me with a picture showing where she’d hidden the key on her porch. After work, she stopped by one of her favorite spots and brought crawfish mac-and-cheese, rice and red beans with sausage, smothered okra, and two types of desserts. That level of care continued throughout my stay and extended to her sister, and all their friends and family. I can’t thank them enough. On my first day out, I took the bus to Algiers Point and then the ferry across the river to the east bank. Once there,...