Being in NOLA, you're supposed to go to the French Quarter, and I did. Well I walked through it mid-day on Cinco De Mayo, and that was an adequate experience for me. The placed smelled like baked in vomit and booze, and other than the folks working jobs and the panhandlers, I'm not sure that there were that many folks I'd actually want to hang out with. A fever dream of the worst excesses from the end of the American empire, populated by those entitled enough to believe that they had earned their debauchery. I did manage this photo of a 2nd line parade walking through the rain.