“Yeah, I remember when it seemed as though every bar and po-boy joint in New Orleans had a raw bar. I once saw an oyster-eating contest go horribly wrong in the French Quarter; the *splat* of those dozens of partially-digested oysters hitting the cobblestones was enough to make me lost interest in the raw variety, pretty much permanently. IIRC, the unfortunate scene was featured on the weekend news. Blech”
But if it got real cold there would be a nice partially digested shell fish steam aroma.
That close to the river, there’s always a “low tide” sort of aroma. Winter is actually a nice time to visit the Quarter, it cuts down the pungency quite a bit. Gives one an excuse to have a hand in the ol’ jacket pocket, as well...