Check Out the Real New Orleans

I love the French Quarter in New Orleans.  I don’t go there very often because, frankly, buying a souvenir tee shirt after enjoying the show at a Bourbon Street strip club aren’t on my usual list of errands.  I’m not on vacation, though.  I am, however, fortunate enough to be able to live in this wonderful city Frau Schmitt and I call home: New Orleans, Louisiana, USA.

People ask me if I like New Orleans.  Like it?  I love New Orleans.  I love all of it, warts and all.  Come see for yourself why we’ve fallen in love with New Orleans.  You’ll fall in love with this city, too.  It’s a place like no place else.  You’ll fall in love with New Orleans, too.  I guarantee it.  I’ve seen it happen more times than I can count on both hands and all my toes.

New Orleans is a city of unbridled joy.  Even when it’s raining, the sun shines in New Orleans. That’s the one part I do complain about it.  I always think if it’s sunny, it shouldn’t be raining.  That’s not the case here.  It was raining on our street this afternoon and, guess what?  The sun was shining, too.  It happens more often in August, when it rains every day for at least 20 minutes.  The sun shines the whole time, before, during, and after an August downpour.  I’ll take what I can get when it comes to New Orleans.

I can’t get enough of New Orleans, and I live here full-time and year-round.  We’ve lived here for seven years and we’re not moving anywhere else anytime soon.

New Orleans is that good.

Here’s a picture of the bedroom in the Clio Suite at La Belle Esplanade:

 

Check out the real New Orleans
Bedroom in our Clio Suite, La Belle Esplanade, New Orleans

 

I’m not saying that people who stay in a French Quarter hotel are chumps.  I’m not saying anything bad about anybody.  Some people like to stay on the 20th floor of a big and impersonal chain hotel.   I’m not saying that the people who work in French Quarter hotels are chimps.  People can still be hospitality professionals while working for a big multi-national conglomerate brand.  I’m not saying anything bad about anyone.  There is plenty of room for everyone of any taste or preference who wants to visit New Orleans.  What about La Belle Esplanade?  Tell me what big, branded, skyscraper hotel you can check in to and the owner checks you in?  Where the owner will sit down at breakfast and ask you about your stay and give you recommendations of what to do the upcoming day?  It won’t be at the Marriott, at the Hilton, at the Sheraton, or anywhere else in the French Quarter.  We are a tiny boutique operation.  You get what you pay for.  We charge equivalent nightly rates compared to the big hotels, but we provide more personalized, individual service.  We love where we live and we love what we do.

La Belle Esplanade isn’t for everybody.  We know that.  We can’t be.  We only have five suites in a city where over 10 million people will visit this year.  Oftentimes, there’s no room at the inn.  Different strokes for different folks.

 

 

I can’t believe I can’t find a clip of a New Orleans brass band playing a rendition of that song.  Whatchoo talkin’ about Willis?  I think this is a song that is overdue for a brass band remake, either by Hot 8, Rebirth, The Dirty Dozen, TBC, Tremé Brass Band, or any of our other brass bands.

In New Orleans, it is what it is.  I did find a Hot 8 Brass Band orchestration of Sexual Healing. You can google that for yourself.  I’ve taken up enough bandwidth already for today’s installment.

It really does take diff’rent strokes to move the world.  Everyone has their own way to shine.  Together, we’ll be fine.  Welcome to New Orleans, The City That Care Forgot.  We all get along in New Orleans.  We’re all in this together making our city better every day in every way.  Good memories are made here.  Come see for yourself.

À votre santé,

La Belle Esplanade

where every morning starts with a curated breakfast salon.

Friday, March 31, 2017:  Guess where Frau Schmitt is taking me for dinner tonight?  Right around the corner from our inn at Crescent City Steaks, the last old-school New Orleans steak house left standing.  I love it there, too, and not just because it’s air conditioned.  She made a reservation for us to dine in a private curtained booth.  Whatchoo talkin’ ’bout, Willis?  I’m talking about dining in style, the New Orleans way.

 

 

Come to New Orleans to find out what I’m talkin’ ’bout.