What is New Orleans?

Fritzel’s European Jazz Club had the local news on the TV behind the bar. Every 10 minutes, the weather lady came on and stood in front of a bright orange map of the Deep South. The word “HOT” was written across Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, and Georgia. It was 95 degrees and 88% humidity on a Sunday in New Orleans, Louisiana…

Am I drunk or am I dying of dehydration? Probably both. The trash on Royal Street is sautéing in the July heat. Why did we decide to walk? Eight more steps to the next open door. A gust of air conditioning sweeps across my legs - brilliant marketing. Don’t give in to the HVAC siren call. The next cold beer, Muffaletta, and ratty brass band awaits.

What is New Orleans? After only three days there, I can’t say that I know. I’m confident that even locals have a hard time answering that question. The Pelican Club, Check Point Charlie, NOLA ‘Nacular, Allen Toussaint, “Who Dat?”, and Juvenile are our best hints.

New Orleans feels like a different country - independent, culturally distinct, outré, proud. Seemingly content to let the world go on without it. Part of the post-disaster metropolitan fraternity. It is a decidedly American city.

So - what is New Orleans? I have no idea.

Camera: FujifilmX100T | Film Stock: N/A
Location: New Orleans, Louisiana
Cover Photo: Mural outside of Lafayette Cemetery No. 2