That the thing about New Orleans, now. It's a generous city. Give you what you want before you hardly know to ask for it. Trouble is, acourse, that a man wants a number of things that aren't particularly good for him. And those sort of things are a New Orleans speciality.
Rebels of Babylon
"To say that New Orleans is haunted, is like sayin' that peppers are hot and coffee keeps you up at night. It's a fact. Some days, the ghosts and pirates are as thick as the morning fog that you can see like the hand in front of your face. Ain't no place that you could move around and not stumble upon the dead. Our hotels are haunted, our cemeteries are haunted, our bars are haunted. We're a city living in a present that the past owns."
And nothing made that more apparent than passing a neon sign on Dauphine Street that screamed ATM, located right under a soot covered gas light from the 1800s. Like anything else that wasn't destroyed by Katrina, it found itself a victor that won its continued place in the French Quarter. Much like the patrons that frequented the jazz bars with their hands wrapped around a cold one as if they were still holding on for dear life.( Read more... )