By Josh Katzowitz, WCI Content Director

Swirling through the delicious dichotomy of New Orleans two weeks ago, you couldn’t walk more than a few feet without hearing something, seeing something, driving through something, or stumbling over something Taylor Swift-related. She was in town, playing three nights at the sold-out Superdome for a total of about 200,000 screaming, glittery fans who chanted all of her lyrics as she strutted, danced, gave innocent come-hither looks, and showed over and over again why she’s the kind of behemoth pop star we haven’t seen since Michael Jackson or The Beatles.

New Orleans is a great time because you get to experience every vibe you can imagine: it’s the jazzy French Quarter vibe, the passed-out-on-the-street vibe, the jambalaya-and-beignets-straight-into-my-stomach vibe, the strip-club-next-door-to-the-praline-shop vibe, the drink-daiquiris-all-day vibe and the why-does-every-stairwell-smell-like-urine vibe all at once.

It’s sensory overload in the best and worst ways.

But in the

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