Hold your breath. Make a wish. Count to three. Welcome to New Orleans.
Wishes come true in New Orleans. We live in a magical city.
I’ve never been a fan of riding around town with the top down blaring ‘Jessie’s Girl’, but I’ve never been a big Rick Springfield fan to begin with. Though I’m a working class dog, it’s 2017, not 1981. Even I, a man who is rarely seen in public without a jacket and fedora, still keeps up with the times, such as they are. I was never a fan of Jessie’s Girl. Maybe you were. Maybe you still are. Tastes vary. As an innkeeper, I’m not here to judge.
I was recently shooting one of our patented shaky-cam video tours of our inn, this time of Les Pêches Suite and it’s balcony (and stairwell, I should add) when someone mistook this year for 1981. No shame in that. You never know what you’re going to find in New Orleans whether you turn a corner or you’re just standing still. Life plays out in all its wonderful profusion all around this wonderful city we call home. Go with the flow and you’ll find yourself home. Trust me. I live here. That’s how we roll in New Orleans.
Make a wish. It will come true in New Orleans. It will. It will. Wishes come true in New Orleans. There is nothing false or hypocritical here. Life is lived in the open, in the round, in all its wonderful variety. All are welcome. All have their parts to play on this city’s stage. Everyone has their place in New Orleans—it’s where they make it. It’s what they make it.
New Orleans is a friend. New Orleans has always been a good friend of mine. Nothing’s changed. It’s not hard to define. New Orleans has many friends, many friends. All of them are mine, too.
Those friends are admiring New Orleans with their eyes. Those friends are loving New Orleans with their bodies, dancing like nobody is watching, I just know it. Those friends are eating New Orleans up, tasting things they’ve never tasted anywhere else. They’re sleeping in New Orleans beds late, late at night.
You know, I’m a friend of New Orleans.
You know, you’re a friend of New Orleans.
We can all be friends of New Orleans. We can all be a part of New Orleans. There’s nothing to be jealous about. Where else can you find a city like this? Close your eyes. Make a wish. Count to three. Welcome to New Orleans.
I don’t have to wish I was in New Orleans. I live here. Maybe you have to wish you were in New Orleans, but what are you waiting for? Why can’t you have a city like this? Why can’t you have a home away from home like this?
You can. It’s called La Belle Esplanade.
Life’s not a charade. Sometimes there’s a reason to change your scenery. Wishes come true in New Orleans.
You know, I never feel dirty when I talk about how much I love New Orleans, even late, late at night. I don’t feel dirty when someone else says the same. New Orleans doesn’t cheat. New Orleans loves us all right back as much as we love this great city. Every day, so many people want to tell New Orleans that they love it that the point is probably moot.
Because New Orleans is loving you with the many eyes of its citizens, because New Orleans is loving you with its many, many streets and neighborhoods—I just know it—because New Orleans holds you in its arms late, late at night… you know, it’s just New Orleans. New Orleans is me. New Orleans is you. New Orleans is bigger than all of us. New Orleans is 300 years old in 2018.
Where else can you find a city like this?
Where else can you find a city like this?
Tell me, where else can you find a city like this?
You know, I’m glad I’m a New Orleanian.
I’m glad I’m a New Orleanian.
I want to be a New Orleanian.
Where else can you find a city like this? Like New Orleans?
Be a New Orleanian wherever you are.
Be a New Orleanian in New Orleans.
Be a New Orleanian at La Belle Esplanade. Wishes come true in New Orleans.
-À votre santé,
La Belle Esplanade
….where every morning is a curated breakfast salon of what it means to love New Orleans.
Tuesday, March 14, 2017: Ya know what? If you don’t fall in love with New Orleans, there’s something wrong with either your head or your heart. I’m an innkeeper, not a doctor, so I can’t tell what’s wrong with you, but if you don’t fall in love with New Orleans, something is seriously wrong with you, my friend. You better get yourself to New Orleans ASAP to take the cure. There’s no better place to stay than at La Belle Esplanade. You can take my word on that, too.