(Mardi Gras parade.)
1908. The year my grandmother was born. The year these photos of New Orleans were taken that were sent to me by my aunt. Usually I'd skip over forwarded emails from her, but I thankfully opened this one. These photos are absolutely gorgeous, and actually makes me feel a little love for my hometown, which is something that doesn't come easily. Usually, after living there for so long, I just don't think of it as magical at all, but looking at these, I can feel the magic.