|Esplanade Avenue, 1905|
|A shadow on Esplanade Avenue|
|La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast|
As innkeepers, we live in New Orleans, in a real neighborhood. We can't say that we know the city like we know each other's moods, but we have lived here for four years next month. It is long enough to still be tourists in a city where you never know what is around the next corner.
When you stay in a big chain hotel, or even a little hotel, you are a customer. When you stay in a New Orleans bed and breakfast, you are a guest. There are over 50 New Orleans bed and breakfasts. When you read this blog, you learn about what's going on in our neighborhood, close to home. We try to give you a glimpse of what it is like to live here. Ours is only the most slender sliver of muffaletta.
|Tammie, the housekeeper|
I asked if she had something else to do. "I've got to make the bed in La France Suite," she said, patting the sheets draped over her arm. "A votre sante," she said over her shoulder.
|La France Suite|
Frau Schmitt doesn't read any other bed and breakfast blogs, either. "I'll bet yours is like nobody else's," she tells me. She is usually right about these things. "I have to admit though, sometimes, it rambles." It is a labor of love.
Good things happen on Esplanade Avenue.
|A statue on Esplanade Avenue|
La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast.