I saw the sign. In New Orleans

A street corner and a corner shop. Love that alligator.

A street corner and a corner shop. Love that alligator.

Royal always goes my way.

Royal always goes my way.

New Orleans is probably my favorite American city. It’s hard to decide, really. I love the museums and shops and Central Park of New York. San Francisco has my favorite restaurant in the whole world. And I treasure every waking minute in my hometown of Baltimore. But New Orleans really does let the good times roll. I’ve visited on company time and just for fun — in the heat of the summer, the beauty of a fall day and in the build-up to Mardi Gras (never Fat Tuesday itself.) On my most recent visit, I couldn’t help but notice the signs. Dazzled by architecture, the music and, well, the silliness of Bourbon Street, I just never noticed them before. But there they are — filled with history and information you might not have thought you needed. A For Sale sign that says “haunted?” Here are a few of my favorites.

And there’s one more, created not with words but with light and shadow. Every photographer takes this photo I think. But in the midst of all New Orleans’ revelry, it’s a bit sobering, there on the back of St. Louis Cathedral.

Here's a different kind of sign.

Here’s a different kind of sign.

© Text and photos Mary K. Tilghman

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