Jazz grew up in a thousand places, but it was born in New Orleans. — Nick Larocca
On my recent stay at the Royal Sonesta in New Orleans, this second line passed right under my balcony on Conti Street, making its way to Bourbon.
You know, just a Tuesday in the Big Easy…
And yes, I admit it: I was less than steady with the camera work. It may or may not have something to do with a Sazerac.