The French Quarter, beautiful and resplendent, perfect. St Louis Cathedral and an informal historical tour of New Orleans. There is something so amazingly lovely about that cathedral, the big sprawling lawn before it, the heresy of tarot readers and street performers framing its boundaries. The street musicians and the caricature artists.They are the ones that hold the secrets of New Orleans, these people around the boundaries of St. Louis’ Cathedral. Their gift to the city is not their art, although that would be gift enough. Their gift is that they release the secrets.
The secrets spill into the French Market, pause in the gaping hole where the Famer’s Market used to be. No more alligator-on-a-stick or raw sugar cane. These secrets, both glorious and gory, continue on, hungry, spreading through the Market, around the corner, past Elysian Fields and ’round to Bourbon Street.
They cross themselves like good Catholics, bending and swirling and genuflecting all over the city.
Lyrical Fool 