[ nostalgic lessons ]

   then.

   the floating melodies of jazz musicians in the street drifted past us. i paused occasionally to admire the multi-layered buildings, decorated with balconies and ornate black railings that wrapped nearly the entire length of the building. colorful shutters hung on either side of many windows.

   the aromas of spices and baked goods filled the air and lingered. 

   and colors. everywhere. all at once. it was as if festivities had permanently left their mark behind, a perpetual party of sorts with the celebration of eye-catching colors here and there. i noticed the fleur de lis emblem highlighting in various places. 

   there was a warmth. aside from the obvious physical temperature - the culture in itself was welcoming. the people friendly, the food comfortable.