"People who cease to believe in God or goodness altogether still believe in the devil. I don't know why. No, I do indeed know why. Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult." ~Anne Rice
Pirate's Alley may not seem interesting, but it is a historic place for New Orleans. The alley was where pirates and privateers sold their goods here. A famous privateer would be Jean Lafitte. Some people find it very interesting how the black market and Spanish capitol building were next to each other. Today, you can stroll down the quaint, narrow cobblestone alley.
A cafe where a tour meets is next to William Faulkner Book House. The Book House is very small. I'm not kidding when I mean small. An adult elephant could fit inside the room. The books there are pricy. This is the place where I first bought my first Anne Rice novel. Behind the Cathedral is the Pere Antoine's Garden where a garden is surrounded by an iron gate. The garden was where the Frenchmen dueled. Early in the mornings, it is said you can still hear the metal clanging--swords clashing for a gambling debt or a woman. This little alley, which was once a black market area, is a shortcut to get from Decatur Street to Royal. And at night, you can sometimes see ghosts of men walking down the alley. Until they walk past you, you'd never think you have just seen a ghost.