Fringes of French Quarter
New Orleans is a city of stark contrasts. And that's nowhere more apparent than along the lines defining the French Quarter. On one side are five star hotels, ancient houses and eclectic restaurants. And across the road, you see derelict park benches, long wait on bus stops and the peeling colors of the city.
These images were all taken on the same afternoon, along the streets that define the boundaries of the French Quarter. It was April. It was warm, bright, humid. The air infused with Cajun spices and clashes of drum-sets being tuned in the burrows of the pubs. It was Easter Sunday.