It’s everywhere. It pours out of bars and clubs. It flows from the mouths of residents in a patois that’s unlike any other in America. You can hear music in the weather. The tympany of a thunderstorm seems to be ever-present.
Even the street names are musical.
North Maestro Place. I think I hear the Philharmonic warming up.
Magazine Street. Not a reference to a periodical but a place where the ammunition was stored. Bang, bang, boom!
Dauphine and Felicity. One sounds as beautiful as the other.
Tchoupitoulas Street. One of the T’s is silent. I’m not entirely sure which one.
Napolean Avenue. Another reminder that a villain to some is a hero to others.
Do I have a favorite? Of course, I do.
Julia Street is music to my ears.
About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer with more than 2500 completed sessions in all 50 US states.