After crossing Florida, Louisiana was the other face of the States. The culture, the tastes and, above all, the eyes of the people semt to talk a completely different language. Here the rithm slowed down to enter another dimension. And here, despite the sweet smoothness of the landscapes, contrasts are more evident. Contrasts that dig their roots into the land and its products, in the abuses of nature and the Mississippi area, and that shine at maximum in that astonishing place that is New Orleans. Here, where most pure jazz notes are still played in the last of the concert halls.


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