My fantasy vacation would be to spend a month in New Orleans’ French Quarter to write. I’d love to rent an apartment overlooking the Quarter and watch people go about their day to day activities. Whenever I visit, I marvel at the French and Spanish architecture and daydream about moving into whatever gorgeous building with lovely hanging ferns, flowers, a bistro table set on the balcony and a ‘for rent’ sign on the downstairs door.
A cruise down the Mississippi on riverboat would be grand. Imagine me as a dark and mysterious southern lady of leisure dressed in a magnificent hoop-skirted gown carrying a ruffled parasol standing on an upper deck soaking up the atmosphere and flirting with a dangerous riverboat gambler. He would kiss my wrist and invite me to watch him play cards as his lucky charm. Sigh. I could write about that.
Seated at Cafe du Monde drinking coffee and eating beignets while listening to the local band play. I can imagine all kind of scenarios to brainstorm about involving tale of espionage, secret lovers meeting in the open to throw off suspicion, or sightseeing tourists.
That’s my fantasy vacation. What’s yours? Tell me about them in the comments. Happy Holidays!