Where Y’at

Can you guess the location of this sidewalk? Before you answer, let me tell you that it might not be where you think it is.

Here’s a hint. It’s almost 700 miles away from my Missouri home.

The answer is St. Louis Street in the French Quarter of New Orleans.

Over the years, I’ve had six visits to The Crescent City. The first put me in good stead because I was in the company of a resident. That’s where I first hear the word “Yat” which meant New Orleans local. As in, “those yats gonna be going all night!”

From then on I never failed to hear “where y’at” almost every hour. I guess I’m not the only one. Even the government is in on the local jargon.

The fact that “where y’at” is both a question and a statement appeals to me.

There is a certain kinship between St. Louis and New Orleans. Maybe it’s the river link or maybe it’s that both cites are entities unto themselves.

There’s a lot of overlap between the sights and smells of these cities on the Mississippi and a lot of history and ghosts stories thrown in the mix.

About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer with more than 2500 completed sessions in all 50 US states.

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