View From the Balcony
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Not too long ago I talked about our hotel we stayed at in the French Quarters of New Orleans on our last trip there. I mumbled something about showing you the view from our balcony as soon as I found the pictures.
I didn’t find the pictures but I found the negatives while scanning.
As I mentioned across the street from us was a bar where Rocky had his first legal drink. I forgot about the dog always in the doorway – the dog adds a certain laid back charm to the place.
Remember the movie KING CREOLE with Elvis? It opened with a person pushing a pushcart shouting “Crawfish!! Crawfish!!” That scene would fit very well down this street.
From our balcony looking north.
Here from street level you can see our balcony. It is above another bar, which is across the street from the one we went to. There was something about the bar that our room was above that made me not want to go in. When we arrived a gang of men with ball bats, short wood planks stood outside and jeered trying to get the occupants to come out. Later I noticed one person inside that had the built of a male, but with some sort of ballet outfit or something on.
The front of our classy ghostly hotel.
Our hotel’s courtyard fountain.
As you can tell, we don’t get out often.