Tara and Bronwyn walked along the Riverwalk, watching the ferry, admiring the lights along the bridge  that spanned the river. The water was a black river which seemed to absorb light without giving any back, like the dead souless eyes of a shark. Tara shivered. She tugged the ball cap tighter to her skull and yanked the hoodie onto her head. Jamming her hands deep in her pockets, she scuffed along lost in thought.<br/><br/>They passed the vacant lot where now police tape fluttered in the breeze, dripping water from the heavy drizzle of the evening. By unspoken agreement, the women veered away from it and hurried onto the lane close to the Cafe du Monde, where the fragrance of yeast bread rising tickled their senses. People, light and laughter appeared as on cue when they stepped from the Riverwalk onto the street.<br/><br/>"It's like two different worlds," Tara said, ever in awe at the demarcation.