Some updates to Les Fleurs Suite

The sitting room in Les Fleurs

I take pictures with my phone so they aren't usually very good.  They're good enough so that you get an idea of what the inn looks like, but it looks much better in person.  I happen to like this strategy, though a lot of professionals tell me I should have better pictures on our website.  I'm starting to think they're right.

One thing I don't like about my phone pictures is that it's very hard to get the color right.  The house is so saturated with color that it tends to dominate, or it just doesn't come out the way it really looks.  That's one argument to get somebody in here with a good camera.

Our opening photo is what the sitting room in Les Fleurs Suite looked like when we opened for business.  That antique couch hasn't been there for awhile.  Also, I've been making some additions to the décor this month, particularly to Les Fleurs Suite, but more extensively to Les Saintes.  Let's just discuss Les Fleurs today.

We like to name everything in the house in French.  Why?  Because visitors think that people in New Orleans still speak French.  Surprise!  Nobody speaks French here any more, but we can pretend, can't we?

Sitting room in Les Fleurs

I'm sure a professional can frame these shots better than I can.  I took this sitting in the leather arm chair in the opposite corner.  I'm trying to remember as I write this, are the walls pink or purple in that room---it's a combination of the two.  The ceiling is blue.  I know that much.

The original theme of Les Fleurs Suite was, if you don't speak French, flowers.  It still is, but we've added a bit more Mardi Gras to the mix.  We've hung some branches from the ceiling and festooned them with Mardi Gras beads.

One view

 

Another closeup

You see what I mean about the colors in these photos?  The walls aren't peach.  I know that because the bedroom is peach, or coral if you prefer.  

Anyhow, it's a very interesting suite and a very interesting experience.  I'm rather pleased with the effect.  Frau Schmitt isn't entirely convinced, and she is usually right about these things.  We're going to let things be for awhile and see what our guests have to say about it.  The first ones will check in this afternoon.

We have a few days when the inn will be empty (so far) in September.  I'm going to have a professional photographer come over and see what she can do.

We hired a professional photographer once, before we opened, and we couldn't use any of the pictures he took.  His pictures were all details, like this:

A detail shot

He was very proud of that picture.  It's an apple snail shell that's part of the driftwood sculpture in our dining room and it caught his eye.  Jiminy Cricket, man!  I want people to know what our inn looks like!  Leave those artsy compositions at the door!  He and I didn't get along so I started taking pictures with my phone.  That's how it began.  That's why all our online photos lack imagination---I don't have any.

I suppose the best way to see what we're up to is to make a reservation with us if you're thinking of visiting New Orleans.  We'll be happy to meet you.

In the very near future, don't hold your breath, I'll be giving you a glimpse of our newest addition.  Les Saintes Suite is no more.  It's been totally renovated.  It's now called Les Pêches.  If you don't speak French, that means fish.  It's gonna be a real ringer dinger!!

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

Poems, Prayers & Promises: New Orleans

Say it 3 times fast

The title of today's entry is swiped from the title of John Denver's breakout album from 1971.  That's the only John Denver reference I'm going to use today because, frankly, I don't think Mr. Denver had much to do with New Orleans.  Over the course of my research, however, I did find this college football clip that interested me, if only because I'm from Connecticut (UCONN stand for University of Connecticut):



What would the Connecticut fans be singing if UCONN had won?  Connecticut's state song is 'Yankee Doodle,' a tune that gets a Nutmegger's blood boiling with pride whenever we hear it.  Try singing it at breakfast sometime.  I'll stand up and salute you.  It's a reflex.


Enough of this foolishness, though, eh?  You're here to read about what's going on in New Orleans right now.  Here's your answer: not much.

It's the slow season in our fair city.  It's hot.  It's humid.  People from out of town wilt within the first half hour outside of air conditioning.  You have to live here awhile to enjoy New Orleans in August, like a frog in a pan of water on the stove.

That said, several dozen restaurants in town are participating in Coolinary New Orleans, a city-wide lunch or dinner special that runs throughout the month and costs $39 or less per three-course meal.  Not bad.  There are plenty of good meals to sample.  It's all a part of the "Be a Tourist in Your Home Town" movement.  Of course, as innkeepers, we try to be tourists all the time---all the better to make recommendations to our guests.

This is the time of year when we go to the French Quarter.  It's much less crowded.  If you are coming during Mardi Gras, you don't have a choice.  You have to go to the Quarter at its most hedonistically congested.  We live here. We can wait until August to have dinner at Antoine's.  We do go during the year, but August is our favorite time of the year.

Our back yard

The oleander tree in our back yard is in bloom again.  A lot of the trees bloom several times a year.  If it weren't for the fluctuating heat, you'd never know there are seasons here.  The trees don't really lose their leaves the way they do in New England.  

Apropos of nothing, I'd like to change the subject.  

Did you know that the people who rent rooms on Airbnb are just simple folk, amateurs who are just renting a spare bedroom to help pay their mortgage?



I have to admit, I don't spend a lot of time thinking about Airbnb, nor do I enjoy the company of innkeepers who harp on how unfair it is that they have to comply with the law while plenty of people rent rooms illegally, convert whole buildings into small hotels, essentially, and rent them out on Airbnb.  This will all shake itself out eventually.  In my mind, you can't replace an honest professional innkeeper who is invested in doing things the right way, obeying the laws, respecting the neighbors and the neighborhood's integrity as a valued corporate citizen.  

It sounds nice when I put it that way, doesn't it.  That's because I'm from Connecticut, the Land of Steady Habits.  Frau Schmitt is from Germany, a country well known for citizens who obey the rules.

I was reading some online commentary about the Airbnb brouhaha (New Orleans is inundated with illegal short term rentals via Airbnb and VRBO (Vacation Rental by Owner)).  One comment said, "I moved to New Orleans because it's a pirate city!  It has a history of breaking the laws!"

A pirate city

I don't know where that joker lives but I'm sure his neighbors less-than adore him.  Unless, of course, all his neighbors are only here for the weekend because they got rooms through Airbnb.  Large swathes of the Marigny and the Bywater are nothing else.  No full time citizens; just people in town to experience the real New Orleans surrounded by other strangers.

Frau Schmitt and your humble narrator are not pirates.  We are dowdy sticks-in-the-mud who believe in being responsible members of our community, sharing our city with visitors, sure, but not hollowing out our neighborhood or creating a nuisance at our settled neighbors' expense.  In the middle of the night, when the tenants at the illegal rental on the corner are getting loud, it's me who goes outside and asks them to quiet down.  "People live here.  Do you sit on your front porch and swear loudly at 2:00AM where you live?"  A: "Sorry sir."  They usually go to bed after that.

We hope you'll consider staying with us when you come to New Orleans.  We aren't in the French Quarter.  We live in a real neighborhood, a neighborhood that is mostly made up of people who live here.  It's really quite pleasant.  We love where we live.  We hope you will, too.  

New Orleans is an alliterative poem, one verse building off the last, leading to the next.  New Orleans is a fervent prayer in the dark night of the soul that gets repeated every daybreak.  New Orleans is a kept promise.

À votre santé,
La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast.

Good, Good Times in New Orleans

Your humble narrator

Some people want to know what Frau Schmitt and your humble narrator look like before they check in.  We include pictures of ourselves on our website, but I was in the lobby snapping pics the other day and decided to take a picture of myself in the mirror.  You can't really read it well in the picture above, but the mirror says, "Saint or Sinner?"  It's a more probing question when you look in the mirror yourself, gentle reader, and answer it honestly.

We have bright green geckos scurrying around New Orleans during all the warm months.  They are cheerful little lizards.  We've had geckos this year, too, but not as many as I remember during last year.  Instead, this year seems to be The Year of the Skink.  There are tiny skinks scuttling around everywhere I look, not just around our gardens in the back, but in City Park and in the neutral ground, too.  It's The Year of the Skink.

We usually have ample on-street parking in front of our inn for people who choose to drive to New Orleans.  We had some guests this week though that needed a lot of room.  They had some very interesting tales about how they got here:



The song came first and it hit #1 in 1975 and 1976 on both the country and pop charts.  Then, a movie was written around it, to flesh out the details of the story.  For our younger readers, if you could have been alive in 1975, you would have heard this song every twenty minutes on the radio.  It was during the CB radio craze.  Truckers were blue collar heroes.  They are still heroes, of course, but they are unsung ones.  Few people own CB radios anymore, that's what our phones are for.

Our recent guests were recreating the highlights of this classic film.  We live in a quiet residential neighborhood so there isn't a lot of space to park a convoy of big rigs.  They made do, parking at a truckstop on Elysian Fields Avenue and then taking taxis to our house.  Nice folks, all, as one would expect.  Hearty appetites, too.  

Shadow of a lady

There was a shadow cast on our front shutter the other morning.  It wasn't a mysterious shadow.  Some people ask if our inn is haunted.  Our answer: No.  Not that we've ever been able to ascertain, at least.  We've had no reports.  It was a beautiful shadow, however, as most things about our house are.  It's source:

La Belle d'Esplanade

The light in August is beautiful, if I can quote William Faulkner, who used to live in the French Quarter.  Faulkner wrote his first novel while he lived in New Orleans.  This tidbit isn't germaine to what I'm going to tell you next, but I thought I would throw it into the mix.

The novel was called, "Soldier's Pay."

We love New Orleans in August because it's the slow season here.  The lines are shorter or nonexistent.  The price for most things goes down.  You can get a three course lunch for $20.15.  Not a bad deal.  You can enjoy the city like a New Orleanian without the distractions of festivals and conventions and cruise ships disgorging their passengers.  You can see what it is like to love the city on it's own terms, at its worst, when the temperature is in the mid-90s and the humidity is high enough that you'll never feel dry.  It's a paradise.

We love August also because this is the month during which we open the next year's calendar.  I just opened the calendar for next year today.  If you are thinking about visiting New Orleans next year, for Mardi Gras, for French Quarter Fest, for Jazz Fest, for Labor Day, for Voodoo Fest, or for Thanksgiving, this is the time to make a reservation.  Everything is wide open as I write this except for the reservation Alan just made for the last week in January.  He's going to get a firm and hearty handshake when next we meet.  Welcome back.

We're doing some renovations on one of our suites this month.  Les Saintes Suite will soon be Les Pêches Suite.  We're going with a fish theme in the future.  I haven't said anything so far and haven't posted any pictures because it isn't done yet.  There aren't any pictures to take.  Les Pêches will have a queen bed, though, as all the front suites will now have.  The front suites (Les Fleurs, Clio, and Les Pêches) are larger, they have queen beds, they have luxury sheets and soaps, and they have balconies that overlook picturesque Esplanade Avenue.  They cost a tad more than the smaller suites in the back of the house but we try to make them worth it.  We are not the least expensive lodging option, but we are not the most expensive either.  We offer plenty of lagniappe.

As of this writing, we have been ranked the #1 B&B on Trip Advisor for 16 months and counting.  As I've said before, we don't like to boast about it.  We try to avoid bad juju.  We just try to offer honest value and a memorable experience while you stay with us.  Our guests seem to agree that we are doing what we set out to do.  We would like to thank all of our guests who have written reviews, not only on Trip Advisor, but also on bedandbreakfast.com, and other travel sites.  We are happy to be ambassadors to everyone who is interested in this magical city we call home.

I promised a 70s flashback to another Top 10 hit a few posts ago.  Luckily, we haven't had any guests looking to relive this particular moment in history:

If you were alive in 1974, you would have heard this song every twenty minutes on the radio.  Good memories, my friends, good memories, but not as good as the memories made at La Belle Esplanade.  For better or for worse, neither Frau Schmitt nor I have ever seen a streaker on Esplanade Avenue.  We live on a picturesque street in a quiet neighborhood.

À votre santé,
La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast.

Ode to Golden Flake Potato Chips

It's unexpected

By the time we're done with this installment, you're probably going to wish it was about dancing cats after all.  Well, if wishes were fishes we'd all be eating bouillabaisse.  

The local brand of potato chips is Zapp's and I've featured the various Zapp's flavors and packaging on this blog before.  When you go to the supermarket, though, there are some other local brands, i.e. local to the South, that you may not have heard of if you are from up North.  One brand, in particular, is the official potato chip of Talladega Superspeedway: Golden Flake.

Go 2 DEGA

Golden Flake is the official potato chip of a lot of things, most of which I have no idea what they are since I don't follow sports, including college football.  You can tell I'm not from Alabama, or from Louisiana for that matter.

Golden Flake is the inexpensive brand of potato chips found in the South.  I don't buy them often, but when I do I like the mesquite barbecue.  You just learned something personal about me.

Dip Style

You might think I like this flavor because of the taste.  They're all right on that front.  You might think I like this flavor for the way the crinkle cut construction holds up to aggressive dipping.  No, I don't ever have any dip in the house.  You might think I like this flavor because it's on sale.  You're getting closer, but that isn't the real reason.

I like Mesquite Barbecue Golden Flake Chips because of the doggerel on the back of the package.

Take your poetry wherever you can find it

You'll have to squint to be able to read the poetry in that picture, so let me transcribe it for you here:

A taste like barbecue.....it is true.

But with a touch of smoke.....just for you.

Mesquite barbeque spice in dip style chips because they are stronger.

This makes the flavor last even longer.


Amen, brother.  I get all misty-eyed whenever I read that out loud.  Try it yourself.  I can wait till you're done.

Some people (I'm looking at you Stacy) think that I make up some of the things I write about here.  I really don't have to.  I may emphasize some things for dramatic effect but when you have your eyes open for magic, you'll find it everywhere you look in New Orleans---even on the back of a bag of inexpensive snack food.

Now, since this is a blog about a boutique New Orleans bed and breakfast inn on Esplanade Avenue, let's get down to business.  Here is a picture of the sitting room in Le Pelican Suite:

Note the blue ceiling

À votre santé,
La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast.