As I continue to wander the streets of New Orleans, searching for the spirit of the people here, I snap off a few more photos.  Colors shapes and actions here seem to be driven by a magical force, strong and resilient.  Not wholly perfect, and submitting frequently to its raw nature, there is life here.  It is expressed as a flower, no symbol could be more apt to describe the flamboyance and steadfastness in the face of impermanence that thrives here.  Gather around the fleur de lis, and celebrate our moment together, we are New Orleans.