A little secret about the French Quarter

When you sit on my stoop and have long, detailed, heart-to-heart conversations, I can hear every word you’re saying. Seriously, it’s like you are in the room with me. I am privvy to a preposterous number of intimate cell phone calls, relationship woes, and drunken men explaining to each other how they are best friends. I imagine this is true of every single apartment in the Vieux Carr

1 Comment so far

  1. Mike Hoffman (unregistered) on March 26th, 2005 @ 4:35 pm

    I’m with you on this one Max.



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