Clio Suite, La Belle Esplanade |
An extra bed, if needed |
Antique full bed in the second room |
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In other news, I was wetting my whistle in the Marigny yesterday and I bumped into a stranger who recognized me. "Don't you have a motor scooter?" he asked. "I always see you in the morning zipping past my house on Bayou Road."
I do have a motorscooter. We both do. We are a scooter family, running all our errands on two wheels. It isn't necessary to own a car in New Orleans.
One of the scoots parked in our garden |
I explained that I am an innkeeper. The reason he sees me zipping past is because I am picking up fresh bread and pastries for breakfast before anybody else is awake.
"Is that your orange house on Esplanade?" he asked. "That house is beautiful. If I didn't live up the street, I'd take my wife there for a romantic getaway."
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While I was taking a picture of the scooter, I couldn't resist a close-up of the fountain.
Leda and the Swan |
We will be putting some fish in the pool in the next week or so.
Two couples spent the last couple of nights in the garden sharing a bottle of wine and enjoying each others' company, enjoying the sounds of the neighborhood, and enjoying the gentle splish-splash of the fountain.
Stepping back to the rear of the garden, I had to take another picture, one that says a thousand words. As much as the front of La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast is a show stopper on the tour bus route, I always like the look from the back.
Excelsior! |
The sky is the limit in New Orleans.
Bienvenue a la Nouvelle Orleans.
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