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A Brief History of Subversion in New Orleans

I was wearing a pair of blue sunglasses I’d found at a costume store in Paris. “My world is blue and I’m not going back,” I said to Augusta as we walked hand-in-hand in the early-morning sun.

We were heading towards Saint Charles to see the beginning of Sunday’s parades, but first we had to swing by a friend’s apartment to pick up snacks and start the d…