“Cormier? You’re a Cajun girl – you just haven’t been home yet.”

It is entirely plausible that New Orleans is my spiritual home.

The cuisine is incessantly spicy.

The music is impeccable.

Their manners are incomparable.

People pronounce my name correctly without effort.

You can buy cocktails to go.

The houses have porches, pillars and gardens, like where I grew up. There are streetcars, and enormous trees.

London is my first love, but I’ll happily have New Orleans as my bit on the side.