Color Me New Orleans
Name me a street more beautiful than Esplanade Avenue in New Orleans. You can't. There is something ineffable about Esplanade Avenue, something a sensitive soul can sense, if not see.
Esplanade Avenue is colored within its lines, all the colors of the parti-colored rainbow. If there are black and white on Esplanade Avenue, and there is, there are also shades of red, blue, yellow, orange, green, and violet. Esplanade Avenue is a kaleidoscope in its hues and degrees. Wheels within color wheels.
As the world turns, so goes New Orleans. When day turns to night, what was beautiful in the light becomes enchanting in the dark. Every street has its own secrets. On Esplanade Avenue, those secrets are out in the open. Discover them at your own risk of enchantment. No one on Esplanade Avenue has anything to hide. Life is good.
As flowers in full bloom bob in the breeze, and as the resurrection ferns go from brown to green after a rain, and as the sawgrass in the neutral ground never dies, so pass the days along Esplanade Avenue. There is little to worry about on Esplanade Avenue. One moment follows another in order and rhyme in a stately array. Esplanade Avenue is an architectural parade down its length. If a person can endure an hour of poetry, he or she will be enraptured by the pace of a day on Esplanade Avenue.
Is there another name for Eden that I don't know know about? No, but there is a synonym.
What color is paradise? It is alll the colors of the rainbow. Paradise is all the colors of a dream. It is all the colors of a wish come true. Paradise is colored the same as Esplanade Avenue in New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S.A.
You can take the rest of Louisiana. You can take there rest of New Orleans. Leave me Esplanade Avenue and I'll die a happy man.