Thursday, March 31, 2011

"In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfume." — Anne Rice


dressingup-everyday said...

smell is the mos dangerous of senses: leads directly to the past

Yanyan said... beautiful, although I have never been to New Orleans but your post takes me there now