Around the corner, on Dante Street, is a house I've walked past for years on my way to CafÃ© Rue de la Course. The owner frequently used to fix up his fishing boat which was parked on Zimple Street.
When I came back to New Orleans from Austin, the house and fence were more extensively spray- painted than most. It was only in the last few days that I started to figure out what it all meant.
The owner probably had either remained through the hurricane or was one of the first back in the neighborhood. He opened the Hotel Isle of Dry as a safe place for workers to stay and clean up while they went to work restoring the city.
The main entrance