Everytime I go to New Orleans, I take myself to Frenchman St, because it’s one of my favorite places in the city. I’ll walk down to dba and the Spotted Cat to check out who’s playing, and hop in sometimes if it sounds interesting and people are hopping.
But I’ll always stop to see the brass band on the corner. You can always hear them from a couple blocks away. Just follow the music.
Through the lower ninth ward
The Garden of Wishes
See Me For Who I Am
A little bit of everything
Colonel Short's Villa
It thrills me with the reminder of why I do what I do--and infuriates me with the reminder that I'll never be able to do it completely.