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French Quarter battered but unbowed in wake of storm

NEW ORLEANS (AP) - Gail Henke could think of no better way to celebrate the French Quarter’s survival of Hurricane Katrina than to belly up to a bar on Bourbon Street with a vodka and cranberry juice. Call it a libation to the storm gods.

“You know what? There’s a reason why we’re called the Saints,” the 53-year-old tour booker said Monday as she communed with 20 or so other survivors. “Because no matter what religion you are, whether you’re a Catholic, whether you’re voodoo, whether you’re Baptist or so on, so on, and so on. We all pray. We all pray.

“I’m not a religious fanatic. But God has saved us.”

Neighborhoods outside the Vieux Carre were inundated with up to 15 feet of water. But the old city, built on the highest ground around, weathered the glancing blow from the Category 4 storm in grand style.

Some chimneys collapsed into streets, and the famed rues were littered with roof slates and Spanish tile. Linda Smith, 49, a mortgage broker from Kansas City, walked the streets gathering gold, purple, green and silver Mardis Gras beads.

“These are a gift from Katrina,” said Smith, whose neck and left arm were already adorned with about 40 strands. “I’m working on the right arm now.”

Near the river, a daiquiri bar lost four door panels. And over on Burgundy, a two-story brick outbuilding that had once been slave quarters collapsed.

Arnold Steinbrenner was riding out the storm in his second-floor apartment next door when bricks began falling into his building. He said a woman who was in the collapsed structure emerged unscathed.

“They were in the process of renovating it,” he said. “It was coming along. It just didn’t get there fast enough.”

In the courtyard behind the 278-year-old Cathedral St. Louis, two massive oaks toppled, their roots pulling up a 30-foot section of iron fence. Carrie Hanselman marveled at how the branches straddled a marble statue of Jesus Christ but, miraculously, only knocked off the thumb and forefinger on its outstretched left hand.

“He was right in the middle of it,” the 47-year-old pastry chef said. “Jesus and his mother were watching out for us. I had that candle burning all night. I know I did.”

In fact, New Orleans homeland security Terry Ebbert said the French Quarter appeared to survive Katrina better than any of the city’s neighorhoods.

After the storm passed, police circled the quarter with bullhorns shouting: “The French Quarter is closed. This is state of emergency. Please, please get off the streets or you will be detained.” But that couldn’t dampen the indomitable spirit of one of the nation’s most famous — and infamous — neighborhoods.

Tamara Stevens, 45, and her boyfriend Rick Leiby, 65, found their way to Johnny White’s Sports Bar before the winds even stopped blowing. After spending a harrowing night in their swaying camelback apartment, they need to be out among people.

“This place will still be here,” Leiby, a mule-drawn tour guide, said as he sipped a screwdriver from a plastic cup. “And it ain’t gonna quit.”


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