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Revisiting this for Part 3, and this one has more personal connections. My family was enslaved on Whitney Plantation. My great-great-grandfather was born generations later and lived out his life on that same land, free, until he died in the early ‘70s. Some of my family are buried in St. John the Baptist Cemetery, one of the oldest in the country. Some of them sat in the pews of the church beside it. Some still do. Also, that portrait at HNOC everyone calls Marie Laveau isn’t her. She’s a Creole woman in a red headdress, painted by Jacques Amans in the 1800s. Nobody wrote down her real name. Also, I always stop for Tennessee Williams. Saw his handwriting under glass at Faulkner House Books and it stopped me cold. 📍 St. John the Baptist Catholic Church, Edgard LA | St. John the Baptist Catholic Cemetery | Whitney Plantation, Edgard LA | The Historic New Orleans Collection | Faulkner House Books | Mahogany Hall Jazz Club | French Quarter, New Orleans | Hové Parfumeur | The Celestine | The Elysian Bar #Creepy #NewOrleans #SouthernGothic #Creole #LiminalSpaces