My friend Jeff does some work for my landlady. We have a couple of dancers who live upstairs. Jeff asked if I would come up to the fourth floor and help find the dancers drip, he needed me to hold the flashlight. "Hell yea man, let me grab my coffee...." Oh. Plumbing. Of course I had to be a smart ass as soon I walked in. "I found your plumbing problem right here, you have a big brass pipe in the middle of the living room."
It is of course an old building. I think I saw a plaque on the neighbor's building that it was built in 1794 or something. It's amazing what you'll read when you're taking a piss on a wall. Very high maintenance structures here in the Quarter, lots of unpleasant surprises for property owners. Say what you want about dancers, they do get the best service. I knew a dancer once, I swear Domino's delivered in 12 minutes. I was always afraid to eat the pie, she was a creep magnet.
(BTW, the answer was twice on the pipes.)
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