I’ve never been to New Orleans and we really were not here to see the city. We had a morning to catch a quick glance before heading over to Biloxi, Mississippi to see a sailboat that was for sale. All I wanted was to see the French quarter and part of the city, just to get a tiny, little taste of what New Orleans was all about. We plan on coming back for a more extensive visit – this was just a snack.
Sara suggested we drive this way, then that, then onto St. Charles which she said, “Looked like a good route into the French Quarter.” It was raining, cool, and overcast on a Wednesday morning and as we turned onto St. Charles, we were greeted by a spectacular neighborhood, the old Victorian New Orleans. Here it is in picture for you.
As we drove down St. Charles, the trolly cars plied the center of the parkway. Why, oh why, America, did you get rid of your trolly cars? Here in New Orleans the trolly was still packed with communters!
As we drove past Loyola and Tulane Universities, the Victorian houses spoke of the wealth in this old southern city.
It wasn't so much the houses that surprised me, it was the sheer number of them—an entire neighborhood of old Victorian ladies.
Upon closer inspection, we noticed that they still had their gas porch lights lit. Do they stay lit all day or does someone turn the gas off? What about inside? Do they still use the gas lights inside too? At first I though it was just one house but it wasn't. Many of the houses still had operating gas porch lights.
The oak trees were trimmed in such a way that they created a green canopy over the streets. It was nice to see a city that preserved its trees and its houses. Obviously these trees can survive a hurricane.
The gardens, the side walk, everything was neatly manicured.
The southern charm of these houses was intoxicating.
This painted beauty was a standout. I liked its tiles and the contrast between the blue and yellow.
White picket fence, American flag, classic blue shutters, and a bench in the garden.
It wouldn't be New Orleans without ornate iron work - this beauty had it on her upper porch, where you could sit and catch the breeze.
New Orleans is a beautiful city. I'm glad we stumbled into one of it's oldest neighborhoods.