I hopped on a bus to go to the Garden District and see Lafayette Cemetery. Its history dates back to the early 19th century, and its many bodies are entombed above ground because the city is below sea level. Among the crypts housed there was one for firefighters who died in the line of duty, while another was for siblings who fell victim to yellow fever.
Katrina left her mark throughout the graveyard with broken tablets and open tombs, and uprooted trees and unkempt grass only added to its spookiness. But I enjoyed learning about the symbolism of the angels and urns that adorned the crypts, and I left with a better understanding of what makes New Orleans such a unique place.
