Sirens have always been one of my favorite bits of mythology: seductive, half women, half birds who can lure people to their doom with the power of their song.
I think we’ve all run into our own version of the Sirens. Those people or things that we just can’t resist, usually to our own detriment.
As the “Muses of the Underworld”, the Sirens seem an appropriate symbol for New Orleans. In many ways, New Orleans is a Siren herself. She lures people in and doesn’t usually let them leave. The few who do leave seem to run away screaming, intrinsically knowing what they’ve escaped. A place that is steeped in death and underworld traffic, New Orleans sings sweetly to those who visit her. Some stay forever, others leave but to return over and over.