Two years ago I visited New Orleans for the beginning of Mardi Gras. I was walking down Bourbon Street, listening to the wonderful music coming out of the open doors of the clubs. I was not drinking at all.
One club had a live band playing Credence Clearwater Revival songs, and they were pretty good, so I entered.
The smell of Sulphur was so strong, I couldn’t stand it and had to leave. No one else could smelling, and the place was packed.
There is a lot more to this reality than meets most people’s eyes.
“Two years ago I visited New Orleans...”
New Orleans is definitely haunted. My friend lived there for quite a while and the first time we visited her I didn’t have a decent night’s sleep, and I always sleep like a rock. I had dreadful nightmares.
I complained about it to hubby, saying I think this place is haunted. He agreed, but said it was bothering me more than him because I was a Catholic and he was not.
I think NOLA has a lot of spiritual stuff going on — and not in a good way. It’s always fascinated me, but we’ve never visited. Something inside me (Holy Spirit, I expect) keeps us away. Ditto for Savannah.