In the Hall of the Ice King
I was looking forward to a nice balmy trip to New Orleans to escape the northern winters, but I arrived during a pretty intense cold spell. The crisp clear day brought a chilling wind which whipped through the old brewery, sending the various leaks and puddles into wild ice sculptures - a rare sight this far down south. Inside, rusted sheets of metal clanged in the cavernous spaces; the sounds kept us on edge as the place was wide open and obviously being scrapped. We explored the various parts that made up the brewery - the tasting room, warehouses, bottling plant, and eventually made our way up the iconic, silver-domed tower for a panoramic view of the city.