Dreaming by the waters in the Bywater

I came down to New Orleans last week and have been staying in the Bywater,an up and coming BoBo (Bourgeois/Bohemian) neighborhood with a hint of ghetto style,a splash of historical buildings,sprinkled with a dash of speak easy pizzas and local satsuma juices. New Orleans is sprouting with local mini urban gardens and its occupants try to be green and sustainable all the while dealing with the leftovers of Katrina.
So far it's been good and welcoming even though the town is overwhelming at times (biking around drunk tourists in the French quarter or meeting so many people that you forget what you were doing in the first place!). This is New Orleans,the most welcoming place I've been to so far but the feeling of unease persists yet we don't know why. Is it the fact that I get to go out in a shady neighborhood to a secret backyard pizza spot where I can enjoy smooth jazz while the neighbors are dealing with drug and insecurity? Is it the fact that I get to ride my bike for fun while taking pictures of the pretty houses while the next house is still marked by the stories you would only find in a sad country song sang to the tourist in the French Quarter? Is it me thinking too hard where everyone's just trying to forget that anything is possible even the worst in a place that would just like to see the best. So instead of raging religious battles on the other side of the planet, may be we should use our money to make levees and not war in fact so we can get back to making love.