It's disheveled beauty was irresistible. Women smiled more easily here. I eventually fell in love with the city, just as I fell in a love with a girl under the Live Oaks at Audubon park, where we were drenched in a summer downpour like no other I had ever witnessed. Later, we caught the Streetcar home, and fell asleep to the gently tapping of the storm's last raindrops on the tin shed next door.
Obligatory knocks at a nonexistent "North" aside, it's a reminder that the place is beautiful in a way unlike any other city in America, and we may be watching it die. Read it.
