|A conference on our front porch|
|The man memorialized in granite|
|The statue in better light|
It's a nice enough street with a couple of nice bars and restaurants (it is New Orleans, after all). My tailors are located on North Jeff Davis Parkway. My tailors are two very nice elderly Vietnamese women located just downtown of Bienville Street next to a music school. You never know what you'll find in New Orleans.
Sometimes, when I don't have much else to do, I like to park my motor scooter on Jeff Davis Parkway and walk under the oak trees that line the neutral ground.
|The sportiest scoot on the block|
|It's the orange house with blue shutters|
"None other than the President of the C.S.U." I replied.
|A monument that few people stop to read|
The other day, Frau Schmitt and I went to Toup's Meatery on North Carrollton Ave. We ordered a slice of doberge cake for an appetizer and the waitress commented that she liked our style. I had a beet martini and Frau Schmitt had a French 75. Frau Schmitt told me, "I know you say it all the time, but you really are right when you say there is nowhere else like New Orleans."
When the charcuterie plate arrived after the cake, she said, "We should take Jeff Davis to get home. There won't be as much traffic as there is on Carrollton Ave." She is usually right about these things. That's what we did. She was right again.
À votre santé,
La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast.