Another Side of New Orleans
We walked back to Carondelet Street, turned right and began moving in the opposite direction of the hostel, away from the nicely kept houses toward the less desirable sections of the neighborhood.
It was getting dark and it appeared that most people were going inside for the evening.
After several blocks we came upon a on a residence located at the corner of Carondelet and a side street that I did not see the name of because the sign post had been removed. I also noticed that all but one or two streetlights in the area were broken.
The entire property was surrounded by thick and thorny hedgerows that could not be seen through or over. It smelled like someone was smoking meat or doing a bonfire nearby.