Where It Began
It began
with noticing.
Walk enough of Uptown and the Garden District and you begin to see it. Homes kept to a museum standard, gardens tended like heirlooms, and behind the gate, a pool that lets the whole composition down. A cloudy corner. A stained waterline. Stonework older than the state, wearing mineral scale like neglect.
We were two engineering students at Tulane when we started asking why. The answer was simple and a little disappointing: the trade runs on volume. Crews race between thirty stops a day, chemistry gets judged by eye from the truck, and the homes that deserve the most care receive exactly the same seven minutes as everyone else.
So we started with one pool, for a neighbor, and treated it the way we had been trained to treat anything that matters: measure first, correct precisely, write everything down. The water turned to glass and stayed there. Word traveled over garden fences, as word does in this city. Je Ne Sais Aqua was founded to serve that word properly, twenty residences at a time, by the same two people, every week.