A forgotten south, stuck in the depths of despair
THERE was a time when it seemed New Orleans truly had died. The saltwater flood that surged out of Lake Pontchartrain settled into a metres-deep inland sea for three weeks, lapping the eaves of houses and killing most vegetation. Birds and insects fled, leaving a silent, lifeless landscape.
The receding flood's last gesture was to release a coating of silt over everything that dried to grey and flipped the world to monochrome. For weeks it failed to rain, and the grey remained. It was like walking into a silent black-and-white movie, say the people who witnessed it.
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