Welcome to New Orleans, the City that Care Forgot - The Big Easy - and longer the days are that roll by the more easy the city gets along with its occupants lulling lazily along the streets while old man river whisps away the former memories of the land the city is built upon. It's a rough ride, that's for sure. The French Quarter, the oldest of the city - the Vieux Carre - lulls in its own rhythm in everything that we've ever known and its own party scene.
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