By Charlotte Makoff, KF16, New Orleans The Sign at the Door It’s hard to imagine a dingier, more neglected looking space than Preservation Hall in the French Quarter of New Orleans. The tall windows facing the street are shuttered and have not been washed in years, maybe decades. Paint, in the areas that are or were painted, is blistered and peeling, but most of the walls are covered with ancient pegboard stained a myriad of browns and grays by an accumulation of dust and tobacco smoke. There are a few paintings of jazz performers on the walls, and it helps to know that they are paintings,…

