Postcards are picturesque snapshots that make you long to travel. There is a lot that gets left out, but if you saw it, you wouldn't come. My trip to New Orleans was just that. I remembered the pictures of people dancing in the street and singing. The postcards made it seem like New Orleans was the place to be. When I got there, it was so hot, your clothes stuck. The French quarter smelled like vomit. It must have been gay pride day because all of the straight guys got the memo to stay home. People were past drunk. I could not take the cemetery tour because the local thugs hid out there to rob people and our hotel was under construction. Most of the occupants were transients who actually lived there.
Don't judge a book by it's cover.
Don't judge a book by it's cover.
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