Les Saintes Suite (Update)

La Belle Esplanade, New Orleans

That's a picture from this past winter.  That's probably when I started this project of rewriting our suites' descriptions to match the changes we've made since we opened.  I've put buttons for each suite at the top of the blog, in case you want to read them all.  I'm not one to procrastinate, but it's time to put this chore behind me.  Today, I'm going to tell you what Les Saintes Suite is like.

Bedroom from the balcony, Les Saintes Suite

Nothing much has changed.  Some things have, of course, but not too much.  It's always been nice in there.   The orange walls aren't as acidic as this photo will lead you to believe, but it's still pretty potent.  If you ask your humble narrator, he'll tell you this suite is one of his favorites.  Tammy the housekeeper says that, too.

Tammie the Housekeeper

It's charming when a B&B has themed suites.  Les Saintes Suite sounds much better than Room 3C.  You think it's about the New Orleans Saints, right?  The football team?  It's not.  It has plaster statues of saints on the mantles and original artwork by a local artist that incorporates devotional medals.  There is a laminated front page of the Times-Picayune from when the Saints won the Superbowl.  

The bed is an antique plantation-size bed.  Remember what that means?  It's innkeeper speak for a full bed.  It's made to sleep two people, but it's a bit smaller than a queen.  We don't have any king-sized beds and we don't think we need them.  When you have beautiful antique beds like this, nobody minds.

Sitting room view of the bedroom, Les Saintes Suite

Les Saintes is made up of two large rooms on the second floor of the front of the house.  There is a private bath with a claw foot tub. The tub is equipped with a shower head for people who don't like to take baths.  Most people take showers, at least when they stay with us.  The sink is in the bedroom.  I'm not going to tell you that's the Creole way of doing things, but I will say it's more European that way.  

There is a red velveteen upholstered chair in the bedroom and another in the sitting room.  There's also an antique couch in the sitting room.  There are antiques in each room, but the most interesting is the antique radio in the bedroom that still works.  It works better than any new radio and it's all analog and vacuum tubes.  It's a Philco.

There's a small refrigerator stocked with beer, wine, juice, and whatnot.  In summer there's on of Loretta's pralines in there.  In winter, too.  There's a coffee maker and a teakettle.  In case you're wondering if there's a hair dryer, there's a hair dryer.  There's also an ironing board with an iron.  There are other things too.  If you think you might need something extra, please let us know, preferably via email.  We'll be happy to discuss it.

View from the front door, Les Saintes Suite

The walls in the sitting room is more yellow orange, while the walls in the bed room are more red orange.  The ceiling in each is lime green.  

There's a private balcony that has a panoramic view of Esplanade Avenue through the hundred-year-old live oak trees outside of our house.  The trees belong to the city.  They are protected landmarks in the Treme/Lafitte neighborhood and in the Esplanade Ridge Historic District.  I'm afraid that's why we'll never have another street car line on Esplanade Avenue.  The trees make the street too beautiful so nobody wants to cut them down to make way for a street car line.   Some people say just as well; streetcars are noisy.

We live in a city on a main street, but ours is a quiet neighborhood.

Riverside wall of the sitting room,  Les Saintes Suite

Did I mention there's a stuffed marlin?

Though I didn't take a picture of it, there is also a large desk and writing bench in this room.  The set up is a reproduction of my own private desk that most guests don't see.  It's nothing like Willie Wonka.  Instead, it's a desk that allows for plenty of spreading out if you want to check email, research restaurants on Yelp before asking us what we think, lay out notebooks and textbooks while writing a sermon, a memoir, a thesis, or just tomorrow's itinerary.  It's big enough for a map.  Everyone who stays in this suite comments on how great a desk it is.  I can't tell you where I got it because a friend made me promise I wouldn't.

I didn't take a picture of Les Saintes Suite's balcony, either.  I do have a picture of the staircase that leads up Les Saintes and to Le Pelican Suites:

Steep staircase, La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast

Both of the inn's staircases look alike except that one of them has a Louisiana flag hanging next to it.  Some people look at it and say, "Pelican for Pelican."  That's not the reason we put it there, though.  The stairs also go to Les Saintes, and there's nothing pelican-y in the front of the house.

Tammy the Housekeeper says she's worked at a lot of places before she chose to help us out.  "I've never been in a place as nice as this," Tammie the Housekeeper told me.  "Every one of the suites is like a work of art.  Nobody has a favorite because every one of our suites is great."  I looked to Frau Schmitt and she nodded in agreement to confirm that Tammie the Housekeeper was being sincere.  She's usually right about these things.

Please see our website: labelleesplanade.com to learn more about our inn, our policies (the link to which is at the bottom of every one of our website's page), and to make a reservation.  The online calendar we maintain on our website reflects all our suites available in real time.  Go straight to the source.  We're about a 15 minute walk from the French Quarter.  Our street is only the 2nd-most beautiful street in New Orleans, the most beautiful being St. Charles Ave.  What about Bourbon Street?  It depends on what end you want to be on.

We look forward to meeting you.  I took all the pictures with my phone.

A votre santé,
La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast.

Clio, Goddess of Peace, Genius of History

Statue of Clio in September

The last time I wrote an update of our description of our Clio Suite, the only pictures I had of the new bed were from when the bed wasn't even all put together yet.  The bed has been complete for awhile now, so I decided to provide an update of the bed pictures.  I know it's not that exciting, but it needs to be done.  

We put the canopy posts up.  Here's one view from the bathroom.  I may as well show it here.  If you reserve this suite, you're going to see it all for yourself.

Bed in Clio Suite, La Belle Esplanade, New Orleans, LA

You probably don't care about our overhead expenses, but this bed cost a lot of money.  It's a queen.  I know it's expensive because Frau Schmitt and I were balancing the books the other day and I asked what this big expense was.  She showed me the receipt and I stopped squawking.  Frau Schmitt said, "It's for the guests."  I couldn't argue with that.  She's usually right about these things.  If it's for the guests, every expense if justified.

The bed in Clio Suite from the other side, in gauzy light

There are silk flowers and Christmas lights strung over the headboard.  I know.  It makes you think of a honeymoon suite in the Poconos, but it's not.  It's such a beautiful suite.  There's no ticky-tacky.  We're adding new original artwork in this suite.  The whole inn is a work in progress.  If you come back next year, you won't want things to be the same.  You'll want them to be better.   Us, too.

Let's have one more parting shot, this time of the bed from the sitting room:

You get the idea

Twelve and a half foot ceilings make all the difference.  That, and the rooms that are bigger than the average apartment in other world-class cities.  You can do cartwheels in here if you choose to. 

I took these pictures with my phone in the morning, when the sun was coming through the front windows, through the trees.  That's why the walls look more pink this time.  They're really more plummy. 

We look forward to meeting you.

The ceilings are still purple.

A votre santé,
La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast.

Meanwhile, back in New Orleans

New Year's Day, New Orleans

We've rearranged some furniture in Les Saintes Suite.  It feels a bit more intuitively livable now.  I could spend a week there.  In fact, we have somebody staying a week there now.  According to their report, they couldn't be happier.

View of the sitting room in Les Saintes Suite

I didn't take a picture of the desk, but it's been getting a workout.  It's covered by a computer, brochures, and notebooks stuffed full of impressions and sketches.

I did take a picture of the marlin.

One wall in Les Saintes Suite

The marlin is a reproduction of a very similar fish that was caught in the Mississippi River off the Esplanade Avenue Wharf in 1963.  That fish's name was Merlin the Marlin.  If you take the time to read microfiche copies of the New Orleans Picayune in the library, you can learn the whole story.  It's a whopper.

The framed pictures below the stuffed marlin are:

1.) A portrait of Mother Henriette Delille.  It's a reproduction of a cross stitch portrait made by Sister Agnes who belongs to the Sisters of the Holy Family, the religious order founded by the Ven. Mother Henriette Delille.  I went out to their convent in New Orleans East and had a nice chat with Sister Agnes.

2.) A WWII era handbill extolling the patriotic duty Americans have to eat oysters.  I don't think this bit of propaganda was ever needed in New Orleans.

3.) A portrait of a young lady that many people call "La Belle d'Esplanade."  The caption says, "You meet the most beautiful people in New Orleans."  That's true.

4.) A label from a box of Mark Twain Cigars, c.1897.  The brand's motto: "Known by everyone.  Liked by all."  Every time I read that, I think of Frau Schmitt.

Everybody loves Hubig's pies

Imagine you're in Thailand in a resort hotel.  You're sitting in the lobby waiting for your in-laws to show up for an elephant ride that you've got scheduled for that afternoon.  Who should walk by but some jovial chap wearing a Hubig's Pies tee shirt?  Stranger things have happened.  Naturally, you would ask that guy if you can take his picture for your blog.  Naturally, he's the kind of guy who will agree.

A votre santé,
La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast.

Shaft in the Park

Poster courtesy of NOMA

If you are going to be in New Orleans this Friday, the New Orleans Museum of Art will be screening Shaft in the sculpture garden.  Admission is $6.00 for non-members and there will be a number of food vendors on site, including Woody's Fish Tacos, which we always enjoy.  We saw the original King Kong a few months ago in the sculpture garden.  

Photo courtesy of Cafe Reconcile

If you are here on October 21st, Cafe Reconcile will be hosting "Chefs to Watch," a culinary cook-off with up-and-coming New Orleans chefs and one from Baton Rouge.  

Cafe Reconcile is on Oretha Castle Haley Boulevard, which is a very interesting street that is undergoing a renaissance.  We took a walking tour of it a few weeks ago.  The Food and Beverage Museum and the New Orleans Jazz Orchestra are relocating there, in the old Dryades Market building.  Church Alley is an amazing coffee bar on the street that we can recommend.  It is a fascinating neighborhood.  The 91 Bus, which stops in front of our house, runs down Oretha Castle Haley Boulevard.  

There are all sorts of things going on every day in New Orleans.  Few of them are found in a guide book.  You have to live here to get a feel for the place.  Yes, you can spend all your time in the French Quarter buying tee shirts and drinking hand grenades, though they say that The Jester is the world's most powerful drink (click that link at your peril).  There are plenty of other things to do, though.

A cinematographer was over the house this morning.  It turns out he and a special someone are celebrating an anniversary this weekend.  Frau Schmitt, who happens to know a thing or two about what women like, suggested they stay in Les Saintes Suite on their special day.  

He lives on Tchoupitoulas Street, uptown.  There's no wrong way to pronounce it.  He asked if there is anything to do within walking distance.  I said, "You gotta be kidding me."  Frau Schmitt was more tactful.  She suggested they stroll up to Swirl Wine Bar to pick up a bottle and a light snack to unwind on their balcony.  After that, she suggested he treat the young lady to dinner at Cafe Degas right up the road.  She is usually right about these things.

Every night on Esplanade Avenue is a night to remember.  If they were staying on Friday, I would have suggested watching Shaft under the stars.  That's something you can't do on Tchoupitoulas Street.

A votre santé,
La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast.

Slow season in New Orleans

The 2200 block of Esplanade Avenue

Unless they have family here, most people don't come to New Orleans for Christmas or Thanksgiving.  They don't come to New Orleans in August, either.  This is the slow season in the tourism business.  It's the slow season in any kind of business.  In August, everything in the city slows down.  It is a nice kind of pace.

Tammie, the housekeeper

Even though it is the slow season, we have been very busy.  The inn and the property are works in progress.  We have been making improvements; some of them small, some of them large.

We have been redecorating the suites, moving things around, getting the right zen alignment, coaxing the feng sui, maximizing habitability, reupholstering some chairs.  If you come to New Orleans, you should be comfortably attuned to your surroundings.  There is something in the air.

Tammy, the housekeeper, typed up today's blog post for me.  (Thanks, Tammie!).  She asked me if she could post a real picture of herself instead of the drawing of the woman with a pipe.  "You know I don't like that picture," she said.

I do know she doesn't like it, so I offered that she could post this picture instead, taken at Monkey Hill in Audubon Zoo:

Darwinian company

Tammie, the housekeeper, hit me with her feather duster when she saw this picture.  

A votre sante,
La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast.

Some New Orleans Saints

Esplanade Avenue and Bayou Road

It seems we have a lot of people who are engaged that stay at our inn.  I don't ask, it's just that I've been reading our reviews on tripadvisor.  We host a lot of fiancees.  Either people are engaged when they get here, or they become engaged soon afterwards.  There must be something in the air.  Je n'est c'est quoi.  

One of us got a new scooter

I recently found out that an honest to goodness saint once lived on our street, and I don't mean Frau Schmitt.  It was Saint Frances Xavier Cabrini.  She lived at 3400 Esplanade Avenue, New Orleans, LA 70119-2911.  It's a fifteen minute walk away.

They still keep her bedroom the way it was.  It is part of the Cabrini High School campus now, a high school for girls.  It turns out you can take a tour.  We would like to thank Adam for his time.  It was a pleasure talking to him and learning from him about the history of the campus and about Mother Cabrini.

After making an appointment, we met Adam at the main entrance on Moss Street.  There are a lot of statues of Mother Cabrini around.

Mother Cabrini on the front lawn

Mother Cabrini in the lobby

Mother Cabrini in the chapel

Mother Cabrini on the landing

That isn't all of them either.  

The original building was an orphanage until 1959, when it was converted to a girls high school.  Mother Cabrini's bedroom is kept just the way she left it.  There is a statue of her there, too.  It is life-size.  

Mother Cabrini in her bedroom

She was quite beautiful.  Adam told us that she really did have blue eyes.  

We asked Adam if he gives a lot of tours.  "I really do," he said, then he clarified.  "I don't mean the tour buses stop by.  I mean that people come because they want to more about Mother Cabrini; school groups, people who are named Frances, pilgrims, people like that."

That makes sense.  It's the kind of place where you don't really want to intrude.  Both Adam and Sister Alice have other jobs to do beside conducting tours.  Their first responsibility is to their students.

If you are looking for a shrine to a local saint that is just as informative and more self guided, we recommend the Blessed Francis Xavier Seelos Shrine on Josephine Street.  It is more of a museum than a working Catholic girls school.

Blessed Frances Xavier Seelos Shrine

We went there, too, but that is a story for another day.

A votre sante,
La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast.

New Orleans is Changing

The sign at St. Joe's Bar

St. Joe's Bar is on the corner of Joseph and Magazine Streets, uptown.  It's across from the Whole Foods Market in the old Arabella Streetcar Barn.  The first Whole Foods in New Orleans was on Esplanade Avenue.  It was where Canseco's is now.  There is going to be a new Whole Foods Market in our neighborhood, again.  It's going to be in the old Schwegman's on North Broad Street.  

Things are changing at St. Joe's Bar.

Signs in the window at St. Joe's Bar

The posted policy on the bottom has been in effect for a long time, thanks to Sen. Frank Lautenberg, who passed away the other day.  Louisiana was the last state to raise the drinking age to 21.  St. Joe's Bar is close to Tulane University, so it has always been leery of college IDs.  In Boston, you have to have a state-issued ID, a military ID, or a passport.  No college IDs allowed anywhere.  It's the law.

Also, as if it were in Boston, there is no smoking allowed inside St. Joe's Bar.  The sign in the window reads, "Thanks in advance for your interest in the health of our guests and the St. Joe's Family."  I'm pretty sure this doesn't refer to a certain family that was visited by magi, but New Orleans is a very Catholic city.  You never know.  Most things are other than they appear.  Unlike in Boston, smoking is permitted on the patio.

More signs in the window at St. Joe's Bar

In another window there are two more signs.  One of them repeats the bar's smoking policy.  This probably needs to be said twice because, unlike in Boston, smoking is usually permitted in bars in New Orleans.  The other sign is more poignant, written hurriedly by hand. "Our insurance no longer allows us to permit dogs in the bar.  Thanks."

I didn't stop in, but I hope dogs are still allowed on the patio.   

Across the street from St. Joe's Bar

Things are changing around St. Joe's Bar.  Uptown New Orleans is different from Downtown.

A votre sante,
La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast.

Familiar Faces in New Orleans

One of three sisters

You never know who you'll bump into on Esplanade Avenue.  Sweet dreams are made of a brass band playing the Eurythmics.



The other day, Frau Schmitt and your humble narrator were walking through the French Quarter.  It may have been on Dauphine Street (pronounced Dough-FEEN), or maybe it was on Burgundy Street (pronounced brrr-GUN-dee).  Either way, we saw a statue of an angel under an old plantation home's front stoop.

There are angles in the details

Neither of us knows why the caged bird sings, but Frau Schmitt observed that the angel's face looked familiar.  The first person I thought of, of course, was Tammie, the housekeeper.

Tammie, the housekeeper

I guessed wrong.

The answer was closer to home.  

Angels fall in the French Quarter as often as stars fall on Alabama.  On the 2200 blocks of Esplanade Avenue and Bayou Road, we keep our angels by the front door.  Where streets share a park, the stars align.  We take ours in after dark.

If you are looking for someplace to stay n New Orleans

We also put them on pedestals in the park.  

Goddess of History, Muse of Peace, Gayarre Place

Sometimes, a young lady will be walking down Esplanade Avenue and a gas light will light her face as she passes beneath it.  You know you've seen her before.

St. Joan of Arc

She's the kind of person you'll bump into when you stay at a bed and breakfast on Esplanade Avenue in New Orleans that I can recommend.  

Then, you'll hear a tuba whumping out the time two blocks uptown and you'll join in the second line going down Ursulines.  You'll be dancing like nobody is watching because there are no strangers in New Orleans, only friends you've been lucky enough to meet.  All's well that ends well when it ends in Les Saintes Suite.

Some out-of-focus paintings in Les Saintes Suite

Sweet dreams are made of this.

A votre sante,
La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast. 

Two Statues in New Orleans

Mother River

If you find yourself under the twin spans of the Crescent City Connector, the bridge that connects the East Bank of New Orleans to the West Bank, you'll see a statue that most people don't ever see.

It is called "Mother River," representing the power, beauty and history of the Mississippi River.  Her outstretched hands symbolize the source of this great waterway.  Her robes and drapes represent the river's constant flow through the heartland of the United States before it converges here to form the great port of New Orleans.  She is raising her arms to salute the mariners and shore workers who make our ports and waterways safe and productive.  

That's not me writing.  It's what the plaque says.

New Orleans Port Authority Building

The statue stands in front of the New Orleans Port Authority Building.  You have to go really out of your way to find it, and you really have to go out of your way to get back.  Hence, it is a little seen sight.  It is not a tourist attraction.

So, while you don't really have a reason to be down here...

New Orleans Crescent City Connector

consider yourself reminded of the debt of gratitude we all owe to the mariners and shore workers who keep our ports and waterways safe and productive.

Robert E. Lee Boulevard, New Orleans

There is another statue that also isn't a tourist attraction, though it is seen by more people.  It is Mary, Queen of Vietnam, on Robert E. Lee Boulevard.  

Tourists don't visit Mary, Queen of Vietnam Roman Catholic Church very often.  Parishioners do.  Pilgrims do, too.  The church is also the site of the Vietnamese Martyrs Shrine.

Vietnamese Martyrs Shrine,  New Orleans

Speaking for myself, I am rarely on Robert E. Lee Boulevard.  When I am, though, I usually make a quick U-turn after I've realized that I just passed the church.  

I am not a pilgrim.  I'm usually on my way to the Soul Train store on Chef Highway.  I still like this statue:

Mary, Queen of Vietnam

So, if you find yourself on Robert E. Lee Boulevard, maybe going to the University of New Orleans, or to Southern University at New Orleans, you have another reason to stop.

In context

If you find yourself in New Orleans, you have a place to stay.

La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast

You can stay on Esplanade Avenue.

A votre sante.

A Bedspread Tour

A kind of rainbow

I was standing on the balcony in Les Saintes Suite.  When I turned around, it occurred to me that it's true: every room really is a different color.  

There are no hallways in La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast.  Though it doesn't look like it from the street, the rooms are laid out like two double shotgun shacks, one stacked on top of the other.  Every room has at least two doors.  The stairwells are in the middle of the building.

Everyone comments on the paint job at our inn, both the outside and the inside.  When guests get the tour during check-in, they usually say something along the lines of, "It must have been fun picking all these colors."  Yes, but it didn't end with the walls and the ceilings.  The angels, as usual, are in the details.

Tammie, the housekeeper, follows me around.  The other day, she asked me, "Who taught you how to make a bed?"  As a former U.S. Navy Hospital Corpsman, I informed her that I had been to school for it, twice.  I learned how to make a bed for when I was at sea, and I learned how to make a bed for a hospital patient.  I demonstrated on the corner of the bed in La Pelican Suite, making the bed one way, then another.

The bed in La Pelican Suite

"So that's why you never make the bed the same way twice," Tammie said.  "That's why I've been following you around.  That, and I want to make sure I know where your glasses are when you ask if I've seen them."

Absentminded and easily distracted, I do tend to leave my glasses lying around because I don't use them to see up close.  I take them off when I'm helping Tammie with the housekeeping because I don't need to wear them for her to pick up what I miss.  

Tammie is a very good housekeeper, but she's wrong about why I never make the bed the same way twice.  I am absentminded and easily distracted.  I get to looking around and admiring the room I'm in, and then I forget how I tucked the last corner, so I make it up as I go along.  I've been to school for this, after all.  Twice.  It will work out fine, I'm sure, just like our color choices.

After Tammie was done remaking the bed behind me, I mentioned that Frau Schmitt, who is usually right about these things, picked all the bedspreads to match the walls and the theme of each suite.  I wasn't involved, but it must have been fun to choose all the bedspreads.  It was fun for me to choose the things I was in charge of.

"Just look at this one," I said.

A rococo landscape

I smoothed out the wrinkles on the bed in La Pelican Suite.  "Look at this reverie of sub-tropical climates and ancient places," I said. "It's like a view of Acadia.  There's a view like this on the corner or Elysian Fields Avenue and North Bunnyfriend Street that looks just like that, across from the playground."

A real New Orleans street name

Tammie, impatient as usual, asked me, "You do know that I have work to do?"  

I thought we should take a tour of the bedspreads, instead, so we went across the stairwell to Les Saintes Suite.

Meditation in Creole paisley

Les Saintes is my favorite suite, though Frau Schmitt likes to say that La France Suite is my favorite.  She is usually right about these things.  

"Really look at this bedspread," I suggested to Tammie.  "If there is anything true about living here, it's that the city is full of motion like a drop of the Mississippi under a microscope.  There are saints in New Orleans and then there are the Saints."  We looked at the bedspread for a few moments in awkward silence until I added, "Jack Kerouac liked paisley."

"I don't know who Jack Kerouac is, but I'm pretty sure you're no Jack Kerouac," Tammie said.

I followed her downstairs to Les Fleur Suite.

A springtime medley

"This is our most romantic suite," I remarked to Tammie while she made the bed, "Minutes in New Orleans are like petals tossed in the breeze.  You don't know what wild flowers you'll find growing along the sidewalk, you don't know what you'll find around the next corner, you never know..."

"Do you mind if we go upstairs?" Tammie interrupted as she placed a praline between the bed pillows.  I didn't, so we walked up the stairs to the Clio Suite.

Tchoupitoulas mandala

Being an innkeeper, every day is the same and different.  A house is a collection of everything that has ever happened in it.  A historic New Orleans bed and breakfast is a comfortably eccentric home away from home.  La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast is a work in progress.  All the decor has been chosen with care.  There is a story behind everything.  Just ask.

Tammie doesn't seem to mind when I help with the housekeeping.  It may take her longer, but happiness makes good company.  "You're not going to spout off flights of fancy about this bedspread are you?" Tammie asked me as she set to work on Clio's bed.  

We still had La France Suite to tidy up, but I realized I had left my glasses somewhere.  "They're on the front porch," Tammie told me.  Taking her hint, I sat on the front stoop and mugged for the camera, out of mischief, waiting for our next guests to arrive.

Your humble narrator

It was 76 degrees on March 21.  I was wearing a tee shirt.  Frau Schmitt took my picture while I was waiting for our guests from San Antonio to arrive.  They are lovely young ladies who are staying in La France Suite tonight.  They were a pleasure to meet, and a pleasure to know, just like the couple from St. Louis who are staying in La Pelican Suite, and the the young lady from Ireland who is cheerfully gracious, and the chef from Pisa and his lovely bride who have been touring America for two weeks, and the medical students from Saudi Arabia who are moving to New Orleans in June.  

It is no wonder New Orleans innkeepers have dimpled cheeks.  They meet the nicest people.  Of course, everyone in New Orleans meets the nicest people.  There is southern hospitality, and then there is New Orleans hospitality.  New Orleans has a little bit extra.  

If we don't have any availability when you plan to visit New Orleans, there are plenty of other licensed bed and breakfast inns in New Orleans to choose from.  We hope we have room at our inn when you choose to stay in our fair city.

A votre sante,
La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast.