There are only three great cities in the United States: New York, San Francisco, and New Orleans. All the rest are Cleveland.
These words are oft attributed to Tennessee Williams, but it is not certain he coined the phrase.
Nonetheless, Kiahra wanted to see New Orleans, so our next spring break stop was the French Quarter.
The warm rain poured down as we drove. When we stepped out of the vehicle, the streets were still empty from the recent downpour, and the rain was dripping off the balconies~and the sultry warmth surprising.
The Gumbo Shop delighted our tastebuds with creole cuisine for lunch.
Lively table conversation is our trademark~leaving us with fond memories and smiles!
Then we were ready to stroll through the streets which would conveniently take us to Cafe Du Monde for piping hot beignets.
The gas lamps immediately caught Ron's eye.
Meandering through the streets, we admired the distinctive architecture.
The staircase led from the street to the Beauregard-Keyes Home which was built in the French Quarter in 1826. A tour gave us a glimpse into life during that era.
Chayse was asked to play the piano.
I love the historic trim of the Greek Revival style.
The kitchen, slave quarters, and stable lined the courtyard.
My favorite thinker!
The restored garden behind the walls were beautifully manicured.
(And even on tippy toe she is shorter than her "little" brother!)
The sultry climate makes plants grow prolifically.
The splashes of color make it seem like an artist's palette has touched every corner.
New Orleans is unforgettable.
I must concur that New York, San Francisco, and New Orleans are most distinctive.
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