Hmmm...who are you guys? "Do you own that property?" I asked the four men in purple shirts, two of whom remained behind in the pickup truck as their compatriots pried away at the wood on the door of the former Headquarters barbershop and salon on Banks Street.
I took a photo or two, and suddenly they returned quickly to the truck and left. In broad daylight.
Along Banks Street, this random golden arm appeared in the sidewalk rather bizarrely. Again, it seems like the site itself is telling someone to stop.
Inside the fence surrounding the diggings at Tulane and S. Tonti, a pack of large dogs roamed this afternoon.
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