How would you like to live in a house whose windows you were unable to open and the only way to enter the house was through the door at the second floor? And it seems it may have some problems with the pipes. As you probably guessed it was a make believe scenario that I came up with when I first saw this arrangement. (more…)
Most people that visit New Orleans usually get stuck in the French Quarter because there are so many things to see and do there. They can book a tour to learn about historic places, visit parks and museums, shop at the French Market, boutiques, and gift shops, or take a break at one of the several bars or restaurants where they can enjoy Louisiana’s famous food and live music. On the other hand, if they don’t mind taking a ten-minute trip with the ferry across the Mississippi River from Canal Street to Algiers Point, they can get away from the intense city life and experience some quiet small town atmosphere. (more…)
You can’t visit New Orleans without making a stop at the French Market. “Founded as a Native American trading post predating European colonization, the market is the oldest of its kind in the United States.” (Wikipedia) Here, you will find cafes, bars, seafood, especially the famous New Orleans crawfish, Cajun food, Creole cooking, different kinds of pralines and other desserts, along with fruits and vegetables. There is also a flea market where you can find some very good and inexpensive stuff.
This is my first post about doors. The ones I found are from my first trip to New Orleans in the little time I had available to visit.
One day before I left New Orleans, I had decided to drive around and take pictures of some beautiful historic homes. At one point, my camera got stuck. While I was trying to adjust it, a man came over to me.
Our walk on Esplanade Avenue was not something that was planned out. We happened to be in the area by luck because we found a good parking spot. Then I saw the sign about Faubourg Tremé and became interested. The more I was reading the more I realized that Esplanade Avenue was a hidden gem in New Orleans. Without knowing what was waiting ahead of us we started strolling on the wide divider of the street straight towards City Park and enjoyed the shade underneath arching branches of old oaks and magnolias and whatever came our way.