Fool riding a goat |
The image above comes from an ongoingly updated archive of medieval manuscript illuminations from Discarding Images. Let it never be said that your humble narrator doesn't have a variety of variegated interests.
Now, what were we talking about?
The spirit of New Orleans |
The fireplace used to work when our inn was built, but that was over 130 years ago. There is a fireplace in every room in our house but none of them contain fires. You provide the spark that burns in your heart when you fall in love with New Orleans.
We asked Whalehead King to replace the Degas print that's hanging there currently and he happily said he was able to figuratively blow the roof off this project. Here is a photo of what the new original painting will be replacing:
Cotton brokers in New Orleans à la Degas |
If you want to see a reproduction of that painting, you can stay at the Degas House, which is a wedding venue and bed and breakfast a block away from our inn. If you want to see the original, you'll have to visit Ville de Pau, in France. I read French better than I speak it but I don't read French all that well. If you want to read the extensive English wikipedia entry on Pau, well, here ya go. It seems like an interesting place, all things considered. As interesting as New Orleans? Regular readers of this blog already know the answer to that question. I don't need to belabor the obvious.
If this is a bit of an itsy bitsy teeny weeny short entry today, it's because it's French Quarter Festival this weekend. Ask any innkeeper in New Orleans and they'll be happy to tell you that this is their busiest month! I don't know what other innkeepers do to keep themselves so busy when nobody is checking in or out because the house if full for the weekend, but it's a good excuse for me to write a short entry. I know what Frau Schmitt and I have been doing and she says it's free time well spent. She is usually right about these things.
So there you have it. If you want to see original artwork, produced locally, so locally you can smell the turpentine wafting over our back garden, you know where to find us. We're a block away from the Degas house and a mile outside the French Quarter. Try getting a quiet night's sleep in the Quarter this weekend!
To all of our American friends who live in states that haven't had primaries yet, remember to go out and vote for your man when the time comes. Oh, you can vote for a woman, too, this year so far if you are so inclined. A little birdie told me that. I'm not making any endorsements.
À votre santé,
La Belle Esplanade
...where every day is a curated breakfast salon.
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