I blush at his admission and don’t know how to respond, so I don’t. I simply enjoy the ambience of the magical buildings and the divine-smelling foods while perched on the back of someone who changes everything.
After endless minutes of me demanding Quinn to put me down, which, of course, falls on deaf ears, we roll into the French Quarter.
And I thought the scenery was amazing twenty minutes ago.
I’ve heard stories about this place, but seeing it before me is beyond description. The old, historic feel mixed with a slight modern touch makes me feel like I’m in another world. The narrow streets are filled with people with no real hurry to their steps. Tourists and locals alike seem to want to absorb this soulful beauty for as long as possible.
I continue gawking, and I have the best sea
