The sign over the porthole is half of a Firestone Tire Display Stand. The slogan beneath the company name reads "More Miles Per Dollar." The second window doesn't show any signs of another eyebrow sign ever having been attached above it. But if it did, it would have looked like this.

Now do you see the face? It looks like it's crying. And here's a more modern version of the stand.

Trust me. You don't want to see the rear entrance.

I am always amazed at old photos of New Orleans. The french colonial influence is often obvious, and I sometimes have the impression of looking at photos from a decrepit old village in France.

This picture is no exception. The crooked pavement, the downspout, the old brick walls, shutters and door.

This is so un-american. Small, cramped, dark, decrepit, on the decline ... Makes you wonder what that part of the world would look like if the french had clung onto Louisiana.

Art Gumm and His Rubber Band appearing nightly for your dining and dancing pleasure.

Antoine's had been serving for eighty years, Galatoire's only for thirty. Louis Armstrong had left in '22 for Chicago. I'm not sure of the exact location, but the stone and brick are likely still in place, but no laundry hanging from the balcony.