Gentrification and urbanization can blind you to the past, as our surroundings are restored, refurbished or even knocked down.
But still there are bumps on the landscape, like braille, that tell the story of bygone times.
Hidden in the flaked paint that textures a building wall, among the cracked sidewalk tiles or in the shell of a shop burned long ago are these hints of the past.
They are memorials to the history of a New Orleans, filmed over by the course of progress.
These are not great monuments, just faded ghosts of everyday New Orleanians doing everyday things a long time ago.
That long-gone store where great-grandpa stopped for a chilled Jax and a sloppy roast beef po-boy. The shop where Mom bought her shoes. The service station where, as a kid, you pumped cheap gas.
All are gone, except for timeworn, fading symbols clinging to the streets, walls and fences of an ever-changing New Orleans.