At exactly 8:15 a.m. every morning, I hear the clop, clop, clop of hooves outside my window. A mule briskly makes his way to a place in line alongside Jackson Square to await his first French Quarter tour group. Sometime later in the day, I will hear the sound of a calliope, which means the Steamboat Natchez is leaving on its two-hour cruise upriver. In the afternoon or early evening, it won't be unusual to hear a brass band.
Whitney Bank celebrated its 125th anniversary with a Second Line parade yesterday. While the stock market tanks and Americans in other states are anxious about their mortgages, investments and retirement accounts, life goes on pretty much as usual here in New Awlins. We already had our disaster, so the global economic crisis has little effect here.
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