She started out on Decatur Street then made her way through Bourbon Street and Royal. Her favorite part about walking through the touristy spots was the sound of street musicians. The way they strummed on the guitars and blew on their trumpets and tubas as people tossed bills and coins into a bucket was so cool to see and hear. Tonight she would dine at Lustre Restaurant, her friend Frederick Owen’s place. She stood by one of the corner stores that was selling jewelry, homemade candles, and cosmetics from local artisans. She listened to the band playing music and noticed the tourists coming and going, all smiling and enjoying their visit. The smell of food from the various vendors filled the air. Her stomach growled, and she debated about having a quick snack before heading back toward Lustre. Knowing Frederick, he would prepare everything from appetizers to dessert for her to try. He wanted to impress her in the hopes that she would continue to say that he cooked like a local and maintained authentic New Orleans cuisine.
