I was recently in New Orleans for the first time, and I am not the first person to realize that it is the most culturally interesting and unique city in the United States. I am hard-pressed to find another American city that can lay claim to as diverse a food profile as New Orleans. It has beignets, coffee with chicory, Po-boys, Sazerac, muffuletta sandwiches, creamy pralines, gumbo, jambalaya, red beans and rice, crawfish, and many other things. And let’s not forget its architecture—I loved walking through the leafy streets of the Garden District admiring the imposing mansions, and would never tire of looking at the shuttered and filigree cast iron balconies in the French Quarter, and the shotgun houses and the creole cottages spread through rest of the city. New Orleans is also the birthplace of Jazz and the city of Mardis Gras. It is sadly also the city of Katrina, has been ranked as one of the dirtiest cities in America, and is known as the ‘Murder Capital’ of the United States. Why must beauty and charm come with so much dilapidation, trauma, and neglect?