You start inside Bon’s Street Food as the Quarter wakes: the scent of fried dough and coffee hangs in the air, street performers tune up, and a guide lifts an umbrella like a flag to gather the group. For the next 90 minutes the city rearranges itself — the Mississippi leans in, the streets remember old languages, and buildings seem to lean closer to tell you their stories. The tour threads through wrought-iron balconies and uneven stone, stopping where history and belief meet: a voodoo shop with talismans in the window, a temple whose painted doors have seen decades of petitions, and the place associated with Marie Laveau, whose name still draws both reverence and curiosity.