It is about two o’clock in the afternoon and I’m with my best friend, Lisha, on the streets of New Orleans. It’s a hot 90-degree day, but that did not stop us from coming out to explore the city. In areas like the French Quarter, there are passionate, talented musicians playing spontaneous jazz music in the middle of the road. The streets are covered with colorful houses with gorgeous, old-fashioned balconies and bars that sell alcohol in exotic, neon drinking cups. I see restaurants that remind me of Tiana’s Place from the Princess and the Frog. Passing by those restaurants strengthens my cravings for the typical New Orleans dishes —warm seafood gumbo and sweet beignets. I honestly can understand the popularity and hype of the streets of
