New Orleans rocks. Where else can you spot a wolf playing the fiddle in the middle of the street? Where else can you ascend to a state of bliss by yummy creole food, every day?

And where else can you see a ghost lady walking on the top floor balcony of the most beautiful building on Bourbon street, brimming with centuries worth of anger at her infidel husband – whose mistress she first invited for tea and then buried alive in the wall?

(New Orleans, Louisiana, USA; December 2013)