11 February 2016

Through the Lens: A Fog-Ridden French Quarter Morning

Last year I took these photos one early, foggy morning. After being in New Orleans for a few days (for the third time) I decided to walk down to Jackson Square. I felt the need to look at the cathedral from the middle of the park, to stroll across the edge of the Mississippi River as I bundled up in my coat and scarf. New Orleans was delightfully cold and fog ridden. As I stood there, looking out at the Crescent City Connection and the fragile wooden steps leading to the river, I took in the smells of what my soul knows to be New Orleans: chicory coffee and beignets.

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