The air was so thick you could imagine slicing through it as if it was a block of cheese. I’m not unaccustomed to humidity; I’m from South Carolina, but New Orleans is another animal entirely.
As I meandered down the side streets of the city I was struck by the balance of Old World grime and New World vibrancy. It’s a city with a culture all its own that somehow emerged in the Deep South. I’ve been here on numerous occasions and each time I’m lured back by the spirit of a people that no matter what, will always call New Orleans home.