The wind pulled the siding off of some of the buildings and ripped up overhead cables.
It even pulled these bricks off the side of a building at St. Charles and St. Mary streets.
Mostly what was evident in our neighborhood, though, was lots and lots of downed foliage mixed with Mardi Gras beads.
I've said this before but Hurricane Season is kind of a mirror version of Carnival. National media focus on but largely misunderstand what's happening in New Orleans while locals cluster in groups to overindulge in unhealthy food and liquor while ritualistically named entities parade through town spreading debris everywhere.
On Thursday we found an exceedingly unhealthy, but at least hot, meal at Fat Harry's on St. Charles Avenue.
The bar was the first place we found with enough power to offer something close to a full menu and run the televisions. It was the happiest post-storm memory associated with Fat Harry's since "Day 59"
And then this happened.
A Sunday morning fire gutted the bar area of Fat Harry’s, but the owner of the beloved gathering spot on St. Charles Avenue was already promising to rebuild before firefighters had even left the scene.
Maybe Kermit will play the re-re-opening.