New Orleans is easy on the eyes and it’s a sweet place to live in, as well as to visit, but it isn’t Candy Land.
New Orleans isn’t like that. There’s cute and then there is too cute. New Orleans isn’t even cute. New Orleans is beautiful.
There is a store on Magazine Street called Kawaii, that trucks in the trade of Japanese cuteness. I was in there last week. The lady who was working there was very nice and I bought Frau Schmitt a ring from there. Frau Schmitt: “Thank you. This is so cute.” Sure, that’s what Kawaii means.
Now, let’s take a few steps in the opposite direction with a zero-production-value hand-shot shaky-cam video recorded with my iPod. Instead of me writing, let my mellifluous voice speak for itself and whirl you away to yesterday afternoon in New Orleans. We love where we live. Here’s a video of the outside of our house:
We live on a beautiful street. This blog needs more video, doesn’t it? I don’t know. I like to type, so, fear not, I’ll still keep typing, typing, typing, typing for the foreseeable future. We’re not going all video, not by a long shot.
Bourbon Street? That’s for beginners. Esplanade Avenue? Well, Esplanade Avenue is for winners. ‘Nuff said.
Come visit us any time. You know where to find us. We’re in the most colorful block on Esplanade Avenue.
La Belle Esplanade
…where every morning starts with a curated breakfast salon.
Monday, January 16, 2017: Some things never change. Don’t be this guy when you visit New Orleans:
That illustration is courtesy of discarding images, your source for glimpses of medieval and rennaisance life.