By the time we make it to the Quarter the heat is unbearable. A shopkeeper bemoans summer in New Orleans: the streets are empty and cabin fever is rife. If autumn ever comes, it sure as hell feels a long way off. St. Louis Cathedral is a cool relief from the furious heat and jazzContinue reading “Day Thirteen: Not Haunted”
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