Photographer Christopher Briscoe

My feet were blistered and aching after two weeks of nonstop walking through the French Quarter.

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It was the last day of my stay in New Orleans. Salvador Giardina was on my long list of interesting characters to photograph for my book project. A street musician known as the Bob Dylan Girl told me, “One night I was on my bike headed home. My light was out. I got hit. I was okay, but my mandolin broke in half. Sal fixed it for a really good price.”

I’d been wanting to meet Sal for a long time, so I dialed his number, half expecting to be put off and told to call back another time. Instead, Sal said, “Come by any time. I go to lunch between noon and one o’clock.”