Odds and Ends in New Orleans

Wanna stay here?

That isn't a picture of our lobby.  Ours is more intimate.  It's more quirky.  The ceilings in our lobby are 12 and a half feet, which is much lower than what's pictured above.  It's also less sterile.  It's a kind of museum of knickknacks and curiosities, a dime museum sort of vibe, like something you'd find off the Bowery if the Bowery was lined with beautiful Creole mansions on a beautiful street in New Orleans.  Our lobby is something else altogether.  It's more homey, more humble, more colorful...and we don't provide any pictures of it.

You have to wait to get here.

Mitchell J. Landrieu, Mayor of New Orleans

You might think that we bump into the Mayor of New Orleans every other week or so, but that isn't the case.  He's busy, after all, as we are, too.  We're on friendly terms, though.  When we do meet, he always shakes our hands.  We aren't on a first name basis.  We call him Mayor Landrieu.  He calls me Mr. King when he's talking to me, and he calls Frau Schmitt, Frau Schmitt, when he's talking to her.  He's a very likable fellow.

Clouds over City Park Avenue, New Orleans

I'm not going to tell you that the sun always shines in New Orleans, but it's been shining a lot recently.  Every day is a happy day.  

The old Rosenberg's building on Tulane Avenue, New Orleans

Today's post is just a little this and that and what not.  Odds and ends.  It's been a very busy month in New Orleans.  The weather is good.  There is plenty going on.  It's hard to tell this season from any other except that it's rather mild and maybe even a little more congenial than usual.  

Rosenberg's, like many things in New Orleans, "ain't dere no more."  Yet, in a way, it is.  There are plenty of things that have stopped existing physically in this city, but they are still here in spirit.  It's a magical place.

You'll find out when you get here.

Until then,
À vote santé,
La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast.