New Orleans…N’awlins…no matter how you pronounce it, it is “The
Big Easy.” It is a city that never
sleeps…made up of layer after layer of diversity from its European culture to
its “deep south” roots; from beauty to the decadent, decaying scent of its sewer
system, to the sweet fragrance of blooming Jasmine. At any given time, in the French Quarter, one
can find street musicians, artisans, beautiful art galleries, exquisite
cuisine, the homeless, drug addicts, and tourists from all over the world; some
seeking adventure, others experimenting with different facets of religion from
Voo Doo to mainstream Christianity. With
its beautiful European architecture nestled in the curve of the mighty
Mississippi one can get the feeling he or she has stepped outside the USA and
into an old European city. Outside the Quarter head toward the Garden
District and you will find beautiful refurbished anti bellum homes with
gardeners watering and tending the lush, green plants. Tucked in with these are the decrepit and
decaying beauties …although struggling, those reflect a glimmer of their past
grandeur. Even the cemeteries in and
around the city proudly display their beautiful mausoleums, housing not only
the dead, but windows made of leaded and stained glass and grand statues
standing guard over the tombs.
In this photo, I have tried to cover a few of the layers of
the diversity of this interesting and beautiful city.
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