Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans? |
A house and a motor scooter on Esplanade Avenue |
Then people pay attention. In New Orleans, what is made locally is always better than what is made for mass consumption. Things sound different in New Orleans. Food tastes better. Time moves at a different pace.
In New Orleans, the old ways are best. In a city that has stood the test of time against all odds, tradition means something, especially when the traditions are homegrown.
A group of lovely women who belong to the Krewe of Excalibur are staying with us this weekend. They are from Austin, Texas of all places. One of their neighbors is from New Orleans, and he got them involved with the krewe. "You should see his house," one of the ladies said. "It's like a shrine to New Orleans. It's tasteful, but you can tell he has a passion about his hometown."
I would venture to guess that every home in New Orleans contains at least one fleur de lis, a Mardi Gras poster, a mask on the wall, or a framed ticket to Jazz Fest. When you live in New Orleans, you don't think about much else. The city inflames the imagination. Imagine living under its influence 24 hours a day. It is intoxicating. Once bitten, never shy.
One of our balconies |
There is always something going on in New Orleans. Mardi Gras is on March 12 this year. The Super Bowl is just a distraction from what is really important.
We went to Mystic Blue Signs on Magazine Street to get a sign for La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast. With so many tour buses stopping in front of our house, we may as well advertise better than we do. Esplanade Avenue is a tastefully elegant street, one where neon wouldn't be welcome. Our current sign is handwritten in chalk:
Perfect penmanship |
We hope to see you soon.
A votre sante.
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