{"id":1714,"date":"2009-04-07T04:44:34","date_gmt":"2009-04-07T03:44:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/180.211.110.195:8082\/biestmilch\/?p=1714"},"modified":"2016-04-30T10:27:58","modified_gmt":"2016-04-30T09:27:58","slug":"new-orleans-a-city-still-suffering","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/2009\/04\/07\/new-orleans-a-city-still-suffering\/","title":{"rendered":"New Orleans: a city still suffering"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Friday early morning at 5:00 am we had arrived in New Orleans. After 3 hours sleep and after chipping in a Biest Booster or two as everyday on this energy consuming journey around the world (we had just arrived from LA) we were ready to walk to down-town New Orleans. To me this city appeared to be in a post-war situation: buildings damaged and abandoned, life running in low pace, people in the streets that gave us the impression of being lost in time and space&#8230; the Mississippi with its heavy burden of legends that carry this city on their wings&#8230; impressive and controversial&#8230; between swamps and French quarter, between authenticity and tourist attraction &#8230; voodoo, ghosts and blunt reality. Tomorrow I fly back to Frankfurt, a place straightforward without any mystery to me.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_1717\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1717\" style=\"width: 460px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/ladyinred.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-full wp-image-1717\" title=\"ladyinred\" alt=\"Lady in Red, Mysteries of New Orleans\" src=\"https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/ladyinred.jpg\" width=\"460\" height=\"613\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/ladyinred.jpg 460w, https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/ladyinred-225x300.jpg 225w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 460px) 100vw, 460px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-1717\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Lady in Red, Mysteries of New Orleans<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p><figure id=\"attachment_1716\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1716\" style=\"width: 460px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/napoleon-cafe.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-full wp-image-1716\" title=\"napoleon-cafe\" alt=\"Napoleon Caf\u00e9, New Orleans\" src=\"https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/napoleon-cafe.jpg\" width=\"460\" height=\"613\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/napoleon-cafe.jpg 460w, https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/napoleon-cafe-225x300.jpg 225w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 460px) 100vw, 460px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-1716\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Napoleon Caf\u00e9, New Orleans<\/figcaption><\/figure><br \/>\n<figure id=\"attachment_1715\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1715\" style=\"width: 460px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/mississippi.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-full wp-image-1715\" title=\"mississippi\" alt=\"The legndary Mississippi\" src=\"https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/mississippi.jpg\" width=\"460\" height=\"345\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/mississippi.jpg 460w, https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/04\/mississippi-300x225.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 460px) 100vw, 460px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-1715\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">The legndary Mississippi<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Friday early morning at 5:00 am we had arrived in New Orleans. After 3 hours sleep and after chipping in a Biest Booster or two as everyday on this energy consuming journey around the world (we had just arrived from LA) we were ready to walk to down-town New Orleans. To me this city appeared [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[2294],"tags":[27,600],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1714"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1714"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1714\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5825,"href":"https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1714\/revisions\/5825"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1714"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1714"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.biestmilch.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1714"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}