French Quarter, New Orleans
This was a quaint old (1820) guest house
| a block off | Bourbon Street, walking distance to everything. |
| (For some reason I couldn't get these photos to stay in order -- everytime I added a new one all the other ones jumped around) |
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| Welcome to my room -- third floor up 44 winding steps which provided me with my daily workout. My brother and his wife and her daughter stayed on the first floor! Note the tin ceilings. Nothing mass produced about this place. |
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| The view out my kitchen window -- houses are on Bourbon Street, which provided lots of background noise, but not the jazzy music we expected. |
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| My bed, comfortable despite its evident age. |
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| Murals and faux finishes everywhere -- these lizards were on the kitchen counter tops. |
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| The little kitchen area had a window to provide cross breezes and a view out over the rooftops of Bourbon Street. |
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| Self-portrait |
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| Murals on the medicine cabinet/mirror |
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| Peach orchards and cotton fields on the walls in the bathroom, and a clawfooted tub it was a challenge to climb in and out of. |
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| Sunrise from my balcony |
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| Steve watching t.v. in their ground-floor room |
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| Steve and Donna's room, complete with twelve foot ceilings (tin) bath en suite |
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| My balcony (shared with another room) |
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| Unusual murals in their kitchen area! |
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| The inner courtyard of the establishment, complete with koi pond! |
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| They moved me to another room the last night there -- just as elegant but not as funky. |
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| Faux marble finish on the fireplace. |
