My older sister did yeoman's work and found us a very nice hotel on the edge of the French Quarter at a really terrific rate. We all (me, two sisters and BIL) flew in on Sunday, December 22nd and were greeted by a thunderstorm. After landing, my plane got to sit on the tarmac for about 30 minutes because the ramp people at the airport gate didn't want to operate the ramp during repeated occurrences of lightning. I can't say that I blame them at all.
We found a very nice man named Kevin who had a large van (not minivan) and a valid livery license and made the soggy ride to the hotel as pleasant as possible in the circumstances. (Considering that NM has been in drought conditions for several years now, it may be heresy to admit that I was so over the rain in a short period of time.)
The hotel we stayed at was The Saint on Canal Street. Here's a photo of the nighttime view from my hotel room.
And here's the daytime view.
We also went by Mardi Gras World where they've been making stuff for the floats in the assorted parades.
The item hanging up on the left-hand side is some sort of large fish.
Then we got to see the mighty Mississippi river. A LOT more water than I've seen since I came back from Colonial Williamsburg.
For a long time in early U.S. history, Louisiana was the only place where women could own property. One of those owners was Micaela Almonester Pontalba who built some of the oldest apartments near/on Jackson Square. She helped to bring some design ideas from France such as ornate balconies and first-floor breezeways.
The ironwork contains the Baroness' monogram (A/P).
That's all for this blog entry. There's more to come.
Papillon
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