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the charm of French Colonial style    with Cajun cooking promised -"genuine!" -    at every second door jazz bands at every other the flair of well-groomed wealth and savoir vivre    exuding from St. Charles´ porticos,    the restaurants on Calle du Roi, the campuses of Tulane, UNO, and Loyola the grandeur of the superdome the open space of Audubon and City Park    oakes draped with Spanish Moss alive with jogging, skating, biking, walking health    between the nights - all this makes you almost forget the city project housings slumming beneath the highrise business shadows    crime ridden, floating on neverending waves of dime-a-dozen tunes from hi-fi stereos of cruising cars the grand lake spoiled for generations with the big city's waste, the 'father of rivers' dwarfed beyond repair by wharfs and cranes and fortified embankments that line his banks as far as you can see    and far beyond a shotgun wedding of the rich and poor,    the black and white,    torn by the struggle to ascend    from shotgun to colonial to the soft sound of dixie               * * *
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
new orleans
the charm of French Colonial style    with Cajun cooking promised -"genuine!" -    at every second door jazz bands at every other the flair of well-groomed wealth and savoir vivre    exuding from St. Charles´ porticos,    the restaurants on Calle du Roi, the campuses of Tulane, UNO, and Loyola the grandeur of the superdome the open space of Audubon and City Park    oakes draped with Spanish Moss alive with jogging, skating, biking, walking health    between the nights - all this makes you almost forget the city project housings slumming beneath the highrise business shadows    crime ridden, floating on neverending waves of dime-a-dozen tunes from hi-fi stereos of cruising cars the grand lake spoiled for generations with the big city's waste, the 'father of rivers' dwarfed beyond repair by wharfs and cranes and fortified embankments that line his banks as far as you can see    and far beyond a shotgun wedding of the rich and poor,    the black and white,    torn by the struggle to ascend    from shotgun to colonial to the soft sound of dixie               * * *
Written 20 years before Katrina ... In N.O., a "shotgun" is a house thats has all rooms in one line - so you could shoot through all with one shot.
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
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