E Pluribus Unum: 9 Random Reasons We Love New Orleans

In New Orleans, the graves are above the ground. And there is a bus line called Cemeteries.
Sometimes you can see this: a man, standing on the street called Elysian Fields, between Pleasure and Humanity, selling candied apples.
In this town they will batter and deep-fry anything that isn't nailed down. And then they might pour a cream sauce on it.
On Ash Wednesday, many of the residents of this very Catholic city go about their daily business with ashes on their foreheads, a reminder that Mardi Gras madness and mayhem has turned overnight into the contemplative season of Lent.
When their favorite watier at Galatoire's was fired, a hundred customers wrote in letters of support, explaining why having the same waiter for 25 years was a necessary part of the dining experience, and while Galatoire's was at it, could they get rid of the ice machine and go back to hand-chipping ice for the water glasses? (New Orleans doesn't take change well.)
Even after she became one of the most famous authors in the world, Anne Rice had a listed home phone number and offered once-a-week free tours of her house. And engaged in a public battle of satirical newspaper ads with local food legend Al Copeland.
Ernie K-Doe once came to a friend's book signing and started signing the books himself.
We can stand outside many of the best clubs in town and hear the music, as well as if we were inside, and dance in the street.
People will dance with us.

E Pluribus Unum