Thursday, March 29, 2007

First Draft Krewe is on the Ground in NOLA

Posting photos and observations and whatnot.

There were tourists on the plane, necks wrapped with beads, drunk and silly and out for a good time. The plane was full, the Quarter crowded. A five minute drive away and it's a ghost town. Two men sitting on a blue porch on a street called Forstall (which makes me think fore·stall [fohr-stawl, fawr-] verb, to prevent, hinder, or thwart by action in advance; to act beforehand with or get ahead of; anticipate) wave at us as we drive past. They once lived on a block of houses. They're all alone now, other houses in the 9th having been torn down. Weeds creep up past the level of the stoops that still stand there, ivy reclaiming the debris.


Sounds like a typical flight into New Orleans. I wonder if they also visited Flood Street. Did anyone point out to them that City Hall is located on Perdido (lost) Street?

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