Eight years after Katrina, the 9th Ward looks like a city claimed back by nature. And that's what it is. There is some new construction somewhere, a few remaining houses clustered somewhere else, but all in all it seems that the city and national governments have given up on this area. You see the foundations of former houses, some freestanding staircases leading to nowhere, and lots of tall grass growing in the cracks in roads and sidewalks. It's a wide area of grass and trees, separated into cells by the remains of roads, with the occasional house standing out.
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The 9th Ward is rough. And many other parts of the city are quite normal. But judging from the French Quarter, I lost my heart to New Orleans. Thanks in part to the cigar habit there was not a single night that I got to sleep before 3am. I had a lot of fun here. Before I left, however, I had to squeeze in a stop at Mahony's Po-Boy Shop. Cool place. Has its oddities, though. Since it's a small shotgun house, it's a bit cramped in some quarters. Specifically, the bathroom is right next to the kitchen, separated by what seems to be only a corrugated metal wall. So you can hear the cooks in the kitchen do their business while you're in the bathroom doing your business. And vice versa. The Po-Boy was great, though. Didn't think I would like fried oyster.
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