Tree of Life
Audubon Park is home to the Tree of Life, a grand tree that lives just a few steps from the backside of the Audubon Zoo’s giraffe fence that isn’t tall enough to keep their long necks from peeking over the side. For those of you who are animal and tree lovers, there is no possible way to wrap your arms or your mind about this spot in the park. One one side you can see giraffes walking around. On the other side, this huge live oak, branches dipping into the earth making climbing not just an invitation but a necessity. I can only imaging the number of people who come to New Orleans and never get out of the French Quarter. In fact, I met a man from Belgium last night at The Maple Leaf who told me he had been wandering around and near Bourbon Street, which he rightfully found disgusting. He rode the street car uptown and settled in nicely at the corner of the bar, sipping whiskey, as the Rebirth Brass Band blared from the glowing red stage.
I live about 5 blocks from Audubon Park in New Orleans and am very glad to have this beautiful place so near by. But enough of Uptown snobbery, although everyone seems to love his or her neighborhood fiercely, I shouldn’t be ashamed of my innocent loyalty.