Sometimes I get Lucky. Very lucky. I wasn’t even going to go to the Quarter. I went. I couldn’t find parking in my usual far away place. I drove through the streets until a parking place almost right in back of the cathedral appeared. That was luck too.
I started walking through the streets, making pictures as I saw stuff and things, in the general direction of Decatur Street — where the carriages park. The light started changing and I started walking faster. I crossed Decatur Street and walked up the stairs to the cannon and waited… for about three minutes.
This scene started to emerge. I couldn’t believe it. I made pictures as fast as I could as the light changed and night came crashing down.
That’s photographer’s luck.
STORYTELLER 
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