Friday, October 21, 2005
Love and Hope in the French Quarter
Walking through a deserted French Quarter, my people blown by hurricane to the four corners of the world, my tough little Yankee girl at my side from day one, we passed by a boarded wedding chapel.
I stopped her and said, "Last chance. This is as low as I've ever been. You want out, I don't blame you."
She said, without breathing, intense dark eyes staring into me, "Never. Never."
So I said, "I marry you. I marry you. I marry you. Here in my city, just us, under this setting sun, I marry you."
And we took this picture, as the sun faded to pink over the empty and quiet French Quarter.
Posted by clayton cubitt at 6:06 AM