Spring--early spring--is the very best time of the year to come to New Orleans, as people seem hellbent on getting outside before it gets hellishly hot (which it always does before the end of April; 'spring' is more a seasonette than a season here). And the flowers always seem to be at their best during the time of the Festival--the azaleas are going crazy, and I saw rivers of crimson-and-clover growing wild alongside the highway this afternoon.
Like all things in New Orleans, though, the good is inextricably twined with the regrettable, and with all this lushness comes some of the worst hay fever in the country. Pollen.com listed today's pollen count as 10.7 on a scale that I thought only went to 10, and said that the oak, grass, juniper, and cedar are busily budding and spor-ing and sending sinuses haywire.
Everyone knows that if you're coming to the Jazz Festival, you bring a hat and sunscreen. For Tennessee Williams? Claritin and Kleenex. Trust me.
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