Writer/photographer Christy Lorio ventured into the Quarter this week, finding it mostly deserted of people, but still full of character.
- by Christy Lorio
On Thursday, March 20, the epicenter of New Orleans nightlife was uncharacteristically void of people aside from a smattering of pedestrians and a handful of tarot card readers in Jackson Square. I drove to the French Quarter from my Uptown home to see what an empty Quarter was like.
I felt like I had the neighborhood all to myself. As a New Orleans native that worked in the Quarter for a few years, I’ve never experienced anything like it. Virtually every business was shut down aside from the random open tourist shop, hotel lobbies and a few restaurants.
I’m not one to congregate on Bourbon, but I’ve walked down the thoroughfare countless times. With the street devoid of crowds, I couldn’t help but notice details that I wouldn’t have before: the way an iron gate cast its lovely shadow on the street, a second story window ablaze in red light, or the diffused glow of daiquiri machines through a dirty window.
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