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Cassandra found it nearly impossible to stay in one place for too long. After spending her first eighteen years in London, she knew she could never stay in a single place for that long ever again. From London she went to The Big Apple, where she picked up her writing career. From there it was Los Angeles where she picked up a killer tan. Then it was Miami where she picked up food poisoning and the desire to leave before she even unpacked. Now, it was New Orleans.
Her apartment was small, but it was comfortable and she had a spectacular view. It was a studio apartment that Cassandra decided to make modern in style. The furniture was all very dark, but the decorations and the linens were all very light and bright. It reflected her and made her feel at home.
Now that she was unpacked and decorated and settled in, she had to work on, well, work. She was working on her latest novel and had hardly any muse whatsoever. Part of the reason she chose New Orleans to move to was because it was so lively. If she would find her muse anywhere, it would be here. But where was she to start? She didn’t know her way around this place. She didn’t want any of the big bustling places – no, she wanted the more secluded areas. Places that were quiet and quaint and full of history.
She had a friend who gave her a number; someone she could contact that might know a few good places for her to check out. He was a college student, but Cass had heard he was quite the budding photographer. Those were her favorite kind of people. They knew the absolute best locations. She sat down on her couch, pulled her legs up and under her, dialed the number, and waited for an answer.
