Do you know what it means...

 

Ah, New Orleans. How I love you.

People who think you are nasty and wicked just do not understand.

They do not understand the beauty and grace that has overcome disaster

and calamity.
They do not understand that your smells can act like an elixir on one's soul. That time with your is sweeter than even your pralines and beignets.
Your food is finer than any food some of us have cooked or eaten anywhere.
The character of your buildings and people is as rich as the food and just as interesting. You have no equal in the world of men.
Your style is uniquely your own. It is impossible to describe. Many volumes, numerous tomes have attempted to capture you to no avail.
Your history intrigues us. Your music draws us.
It has been too long since I spent time reveling in your offerings. It will be too long, not matter how long it is, before I can again...