| | Saint Charles Avenue's seen better days. | |
| | | The old Astor's lookin fine. | |
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| | We're beginning at the Cafe Du Monde, natch. | |
| | | This baby's conducting her own love affair with N'awlins jazz... | |
| | | Crowded? Ain't nothin' like it gets in the afternoon. | |
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| | Bliss. Beignets and coffee like no other. | |
| | | Carriages line up in Jackson Square | |
| | | Sandwiched between Cola-pushing umbrellas and a discordant skyline. | |
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| | At the base of the cathedral | |
| | | locals play Dixieland jazz and a little Broadway too. | |
| | | Speaking of local color? This is Royal Street. | |
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| | They're too mesmerized to see there's nothing in that hand... | |
| | | A few brave ones get some goodies. | |
| | | About that local color? They shore am big down heah. | |
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| | Some streets glow with perfection. | |
| | | | Just So We Know Washington Cares | |
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| | But, um, FEMA, the Quarter wasn't damaged? | |
| | | The locals have their own opinions | |
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