Wintertime in New Orleans is similar to any othersub-tropical city. It’s muggy and border line cold, with a few wintery showers sprinkling against the streetcar lights. Nothing seems to change in thebackdrop, save more clouds invading more days. Coffee and hot chocolate reign without reason, as if only to comfort those yearning for snow. Regardless, the best feeling in the world is created after a walk through the French Quarter on an especially dreary day, after the flagging down of a streetcar, after the opening of a window, and an investment in warm liquid accompanied by a coozy.
Lillie, age 17