It was another cold and crispy day in New Orleans, but today was game day. Last day of the regular football season, and the Saints were ready to finish a good one. Or not. I hopped on the Surly and headed down to the Treme to find out. I hadn’t been on that bike in well over a week, so it felt extra good to clip in and pedal hard. I stopped to take this picture on LaSalle and I think Fourth Street. It’s like the Four Corners of New Orleans. We’ve got the run-down inhabited house on the left, blight in the back corner, new construction on the right, and an empty lot in the foreground. That’s pretty much New Orleans in a nutshell, especially the part where it is all on the same block. A few blocks further down at Jackson I stopped and waited for a second line–the Perfect Gentlemen S&P–to make the turn. New Orleans manages somehow to put this stuff to music.