This was my first time in New Orleans. No Mardi Gras, no parade.
I was there for a very different reason, you just got to ask any Venezuelan you may know and they will jump to explain. One thing is for sure, I ought to go back.
Now, there is something about this city that makes me think of it either in Black and White or in HDR. No, a regular Technicolor shot is never capable of capturing the richness, the layers of sweat and tears that have washed these walls. Life goes on and we still party, but New Orleans will always be “after Katrina”.