The French Quarter contains multitudes. While some love the wild nights on Bourbon, my favorite time in the old square is morning/early afternoon. Supplies are getting brought in as some roads are blocked at night. Cooks and bartenders and store keepers are enjoying the slower time of day, leaning in door frames. Gentle hammering is in the background as the hold homes get worked on. Hustlers move about quietly biding their time until the drunk outnumber the sober. The light stays diffuse as to not offend anyone with a hangover.