A city the family keeps returning to, on business it describes only in the vaguest terms. Rue Royale, the river wards, and a handful of smaller addresses that turn up in the ledgers more often than anyone has explained.
Rue Royale. By daylight, the finest gentleman's establishment in the city. By other hours, considerably more than that.
The Good Friday Fire of 1788, the statue that came through it, and a horse trader who visits more reliably than most relatives.
Governor Miró's house, the Vauclare plantation, Jean Lafitte's warehouse, the graveyard: smaller stops the family keeps circling back to.