It's a shifting place. In the last 300 years it's seen 2 major fires and a hurricane come through here. It's a ruthless lover. It changes without notice.
People seem to release here like they do when they're in love, opening up and letting go of their pretenses and inhibitions. They dance and play the blues. They have big jazzy funerals for the dead with processions in the streets.
The dead can't be buried in the ground. This place is below sea level and coffins push back up out of the earth, demanding to be part of society. Instead they are buried in family tombs above ground, the first deceased being shovelled to the back after a year and a day to make space for the second.
These are the low lands, an easy mingle with the underworld, I'm sure the devil himself owns some property around here.
Be careful you who tread, treat Nola with respect. Watch her diligently and listen when she talks.
She's not into repetition.
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