This evening* I had three very New Orleanian moments:
1: Standing in a storefront gallery I practiced songs with an old cast for a theatre's fundraiser, watching out the window as Mardi Gras Indians, in all their finery, gathered in the battered street.
2: In a small, fenced backyard lush with the first blooms of spring I swatted mosquitoes and talked with a gentleman about his next documentary: a history of the evolution of jazz (going back to before the Civil War).
3. Walking to my car I passed a house that still bore a "Katrina Cross" spray painted between the open front windows. I could hear the sound of a trumpeter practicing his scales inside.
I feel that no matter how long I live here, I will never stop discovering New Orleans' culture, history and charms.
*Apparently March 19, St. Joseph's Day, is a big day for Mardi Gras Indians