We have been on lock down for seven weeks… or forty nine days… or one thousand one hundred and seventy six hours…

For weeks now, much of the French Quarter has been boarded up and empty. We had heard that several street artists have taken to decorating the boarded up windows, so to mark the anniversary of our seventh week of isolation, we decided to sneak a peek.

We arrived with the face masks that a local artist and friend made for us in hand, ready to have a “socially distant” experience… though we found the streets basically deserted.

It was quite eerie to find Bourbon Street so desolate and quiet. A few people rode their bikes through, but it was missing the usual sound of a bustling crowd. No street performers busking, no barkers barking up the wrong tree as they try to get us to go into a strip club. No clatter of dishes being served at any restaurants. Just the occasional chirp of a bird hanging out above a window.

We didn’t find too much by way of street art here. I have to say most of the good stuff was down on Decatur and on Frenchman Street. In my short time here, I definitely feel a resilience within the residents. The people of New Orleans have been through it before… and they’ll keep on keepin’ on with a wry perspective…

Which one is your favorite? Let me know in the comments below…

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