The morning fog was so heavy that at first I could not see either the famous equestrian statue of Andrew Jackson or the St. Louis Cathedral that combine to give this square its identity. I could barely see anything ten twenty feet in front of me. The Square is bounded on one side by the Mississippi River, and given the river’s shifting winds, I guessed that the fog might eventually thin to reveal traces of either the statue or the church, or perhaps even both at the same time. And that is what is happening at this moment. Just as three people (all of them dressed in the primary colors of red and blue) walked past the square’s familiar bending palms towards the statue, the fog thinned a bit to reveal the statue and barely imply the church rising behind it in the mist. I spent about a half hour at the scene, and during that time worked along side of a local professional photographer who told me that this kind of heavy fog occurs here only sporadically. The last such fog was 12 months earlier. I made over 100 images as the fog changed its intensity, and this was the photograph that best fulfilled my intentions. It offers an appropriate ending to this photographic essay on my long weekend in the Big Easy.