New Orleans is a city that assaults all your five senses. From the graceful antebellum homes in the Garden District, to the rhythms of jazz, cajun, blues or zydeco, its cajun food, the smell of free flowing drinks and its distinct Southern air (usually moist, but cold this time) that caresses your skin.

My friend, Norm Lamar, and I decided to spend New Years 2001 in the city known as the Big Easy, The Crescent City and the city that care forgot. As the locals say, "Where y' at?"