When Bill Simmons writes:
"There wasn't that hard-core N'Awlins stench that always makes you feel like you're inhaling 150 years of garbage, spilled drinks and various forms of bodily fluids."
...he reminds me that the stench in question was otherworldly, and is by far what I remember most from every time I've been to the French Quarter.
Posted by Matt Bruce at February 19, 2008 02:19 PM