I originally spotted Leo's Roller Rink on North a few months ago to my delight, but then found this website for a Leo's rink, called it to hear a human answer, and mistakenly thought the one pictured here was still open despite all appearances. Turns out that website was for a different Leo's location, duh.
Someone's been doing a little reading in front of the rink.
Normally, co-explorer Kara and I draw attention from passerby in our abandoned travels. On this day it was even more so, because we had my dog Addie with us, who was sporting one of those post-operation lampshade collars.
With the help of Addie, we made a few acquaintances that day, who evidence suggested might have been crack cocaine- smoking Americans.
One of our new acquaintances emerged into the daylight from this place.
He was in high spirits, and trying to remind us about that one show on TV with the dog that was like "Ooooo." We pretended to know what he was talking about. Addie, our guard dog, went up to him wagging and gave a friendly punch in the crotch, since she's perfect height for doing that to most people, but this guy didn't mind one bit.
Here, the former (presumably former) Way of the Cross.
Next door to the crumbling church, a mass grave of real-estate signs.
This property was a graveyard for other commercial signs as well.
It was also the site of a romantic encounter, judging by these ossified oyster shells.
Finally, a former plant for Barq's root beer.
According to Wikipedia (so it must be right), Barq's Brothers Bottling Company originated in New Orleans in 1890 and also had plants in Baton Rouge.
You can see one of the tanks in the upper left window above. This could be a site for a microbrewery today. (I want a kickback if anyone does this.)
But this view below is what gave away the building's identity.
The Barq's slogan was simple back then.