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 and all the roads are unblocked. Cooks and bartenders and storekeepers are enjoying the slower time of day, leaning in door frames. Gentle hammering is in the background as the old 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.
