When I was a child, the perfect representation of the essence of New Orleans Square happened when I strolled through Royal Street, gazing up at those wrought iron railings, verdant hanging plants, colorful facades, and pretty balconies. The way the space flowed provide a beautiful tension that felt cozy and intimate. It filled me with a longing for New Orlean's real French Quarter, to see how things compared. And even at a young age, I appreciated the architectural and urban space value of this artificial land. Believe it or not, it was experiencing and innately understanding spaces like this that led me to want to be an architect, so that I could maybe recreate the uplifted spirits that spaces like Royal Street had on me!