He has not deprived himself of New Orleans completely. Yes, he has not gone out much lately, and somewhere in the past several weeks (or months?) he has not left his home at all, but such things happen, neglectful periods of time where he doesn't wish to go beyond his own walls. It's bound to occur.
But between these times, he has gone to Jackson Square. He has walked along the Mississippi. He has strolled down the Rue Royale. He has watched the buskers, and given them hundred dollar bills in their instrument cases. He has moved through the city like a ghost, a living piece of urban folklore. He has, just as often, imagined Louis beside him.
"Sit," he chooses, because they have done a little walking. It would be nice to indulge in the old rituals. "Our bench is this way."
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He has not deprived himself of New Orleans completely. Yes, he has not gone out much lately, and somewhere in the past several weeks (or months?) he has not left his home at all, but such things happen, neglectful periods of time where he doesn't wish to go beyond his own walls. It's bound to occur.
But between these times, he has gone to Jackson Square. He has walked along the Mississippi. He has strolled down the Rue Royale. He has watched the buskers, and given them hundred dollar bills in their instrument cases. He has moved through the city like a ghost, a living piece of urban folklore. He has, just as often, imagined Louis beside him.
"Sit," he chooses, because they have done a little walking. It would be nice to indulge in the old rituals. "Our bench is this way."