In an upside-down garden
I live in Ohio, however, my boyfriend's family is from New Orleans (mostly Baton Rouge), and we went to visit them for New Years Eve. We stayed in the French Quarter, most of which is back open and full of people, a lot of musicians sitting on the streets with pieced together instruments displaying the traditional New Orleans flavor.
We went to Baton Rouge for one day to visit his family and their neighborhood seems to be pretty alright. His grandmother and uncles stayed in their house through the entire hurricane, even when the water started to rise. We also took a drive to see the majority of the damage, the houses where the water marks on the doors start around your knees and, as you drive down the street, it just rises until it marks where it would be over your head. It was unbelieveable. Most of the houses have to be gutted before they can be made livable again. It was unreal.
Thank you all for your kind words. I've been writing a few poems about my visit there, this one was my favorite. It's odd because, although my first visit to New Orleans was after the hurricane, I still fell in love with the city. The people there are absolutely amazing and it's just a fantastic city. I honestly can't wait to go back.