While everyone else was in the Quarter celebrating the Saints’ win Saturday night, I was peeping through my neighbor’s screen door at her nonstop non-erotic holiday cabaret of twinkly lights and wonderment:
I’ve taken about a bejillion trillion photos of it over the years, but none of them ever do it justice. Particularly difficult to convey: the sublime beauty of Miss Beatrice’s Santa/television diorama on the far side of the room.
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