Amber and I recently visited the city of New Orleans. When we arrived, we went to the French Quarter, where I noticed that most of the buildings were in a very poor state and some were even falling down. I remember falling to my knees and crying out in the street, cursing the hurricanes that wreaked such destruction. As I was doing this, a local tapped me on the shoulder and told me that the French Quarter had always looked like this due to its being hundreds of years old. I apologized to the startled onlookers, got up, dusted myself off and went on down the street.
Man, you see some strange stuff in N’Awlins.