I've got a bug up my ass to start taking pictures all of a sudden. My wife knows some stuff, so I'm going to borrow one of her cameras, learn some techniques, and give it a whack.
Pictures don't really do Holt justice. It's kind of strange; in a city known for its above ground cemeteries, the in ground one always evokes the strongest response from people who see it.
One of my favorite things to do on a slow day working for the pedicab company is to sit outside the French Market and watch people try to pick up this toonie: