There were floating gardens framed by railings wrought like shoestring licorice.
(All photos by LBG.)
There was music around every corner.
There were wise maxims.
There were moody bars filled with the unmistakable presence of courtly Southern ghosts. (The past doesn't pass away so quickly here.)
There was food. Oh, Lord, was there FOOD.
There was the mighty Mississippi River, rolling proudly on.
There were poems in the streets.
More to come.