Journaling reads, "This is just one example of the many courtyards we discovered as we walked around the French Quarter. They provide welcome relief from the heat and humidity that plagues the city for much of the year. We saw lush greenery, comfortable-looking patio furniture . . . and locked gates. I so wanted to sneak in, sit awhile, sketch a little, and enjoy an ice-cold lemonade, but sadly, that was not to be. But I still enjoyed looking."
And no, I'm not really in New Orleans. I'm on an imaginary trip with Laure Ferlita.
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