|World's Largest Cuckoo Clock|
I know what else you're thinking. You're thinking why is he using the same pictures from last post? What do these pictures have to do with anything, anyway? I could give you the easy answer, tell you I'm lazy, but that isn't it. I have my reasons. I'm an artiste. It doesn't have to make sense.
|Does voodoo work?|
B&B: A small refrigerator stocked with a complementary selection of local beer, some wine, some juice, a bottle of New Orleans own sweet Big Shot soda, a carafe of filtered water, and some whatnot like a praline.
Hotel: A large screen TV.
B&B: A small TV with basic cable. We never turned it on. In New Orleans, life is too interesting for TV.
Hotel: Industrial carpet glued to a cement floor.
B&B: Refinished original hardwood floors worn smoothly dimpled by uncountable tiptoed footsteps since 1883. No splinters, either.
Hotel: Standard furniture designed to pack tightly into a Chinese shipping container. Furniture store art.
B&B: Lovely antiques mixed with some comfortable modern pieces. It wasn't grandma's house, but it wasn't pre-fabricated, either. Historical prints mixed with original oil paintings by a local artist we got to meet.
Hotel: No surprises.
B&B: One delightful discovery after another. Personality.
|Joy Theater, Canal Street, New Orleans|
I still prefer the inside of the Saenger, and Frau Schmitt agrees with me. She is usually right about these things. They did a bang-up job in there. If you ever have a chance just to go into the lobby, you should. The Joy, not so much.
So, there is still one thing left to compare between staying at a New Orleans hotel and staying in a New Orleans B&B (our much anticipated conclusion). This list doesn't apply to all B&Bs, of course, only the one in which our far-flung correspondent spent her too-short time in this magical city we call home. To learn what that is, tune back in later this week.
A votre santé,
La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast.