We spend enough time promoting La Belle Esplanade on this blog. Why shouldn’t we? You’re on our website, after all. Sometimes, we like to promote our fiercest competitor in the New Orleans innkeeping trade. This won’t be the first time we promote The Chimes. We did it once before. The next time I find myself running thin on material, we’ll probably do it again.
What are chimes, exactly? They are tubular bells. What was the name of the theme song of that popular film from 1973, The Exorcist? Oh, yeah, that song was called Tubular Bells. Let’s take a listen, shall we, as we read along?
I’m not suggesting that The Chimes Bed and Breakfast on Constantinople Street in New Orleans has been the site of any demonic possessions or exorcisms. None that I know of, anyway. The Chimes always strikes me as a happy destination where a single person or a romantic couple can spend their vacations to satisfactory, and maybe even beatific, completion.
City Park is the big New Orleans park at the end of Esplanade Avenue. City Park in New Orleans is bigger than Central Park in New York City. Every great city deserves a great park.
There’s a big ancient live oak tree in an otherwise empty field to the right after you walk through the entrance of City Park from Esplanade Avenue. That tree is called “The Singing Oak.” That oak tree really does sing. It’s branches are hung with chimes. Chimes are everywhere in New Orleans.
Yep. In New Orleans, an innkeeper is as lucky as lucky can be. Just ask Jill at The Chimes. Just ask your humble narrator. In this whole wide world there’s no happier bloke.
Now, let’s stop fiddling around and let’s get to the meat of this post shall we? It’s about time. I went to The Chimes. Here’s the video proof:
Is it Istanbul Street or Constantinople Street? That’s a question best left up to the Turks. In New Orleans, it’s Constantinople Street. The Chimes is located in what are called the “Napoleon streets.” All the streets are named after battles won by Napoleon. Except for Gen. Pershing Street, which is plopped in the middle of these streets for no apparent reason. There’s not much rhyme nor reason on why anything is what in New Orleans. It’s all very Byzantine.
I had a nice chitchat with Jill after I shot that shaky-cam video above. She told me the chimes at her inn are only at the front of the house, not in the back where the guest suites are. If the sound of those chimes would drive you nuts they way they would me, no worries—it’s quiet as a womb in the guest rooms. Jill told me, so you know it’s got to be true.
When we don’t have enough space at La Belle Esplanade and people ask me where they can stay in a different neighborhood from ours, I send them to Jill at The Chimes. Jill’ll take care of ya. You have my word on that.
Howzabout one more musical number to round out today’s installment?
À votre santé,
La Belle Esplanade
…where every morning is a curated breakfast salon full of fresh New Orleans discoveries.
Friday, March 3, 2017: I don’t have much to add by way of a postscript. If you want to stay at the most interesting place in America’s Most Interesting City, you’ve got your La Belle Esplanade. Wanna split up your stay between two neighborhoods, take the bus from La Belle Esplanade. The bus stops right in front of our inn. If we don’t have room for the entire length of your New Orleans visit, consider The Chimes and split the difference. You can do a lot worse, a lot worse. Tell Jill I sent you. She’ll probably give me a wedgie the next time she sees me after she reads this. That’s how we roll in New Orleans.