I went to grad school in New Orleans. Trust me on this: the summers are very hot, very humid. Like so humid you can’t even breathe. Like so hot you can’t even move.

As a career-having person, it turns out that I have a lot of conferences in New Orleans, and most of them are in the spring. (See previous paragraph for an explanation.)

Somehow, though, spring in New Orleans seduces me almost every time I’m there. The colors are lovely. The food is delightful. The air feels soft. And Every. Single. Time. I think, “It wouldn’t be so bad to live here.”

Except, you know, not.

New Orleans, Louisiana
photographed 4.12.2023