New Orleans Isn’t New Jersey

I’ve got nothing against New Jersey.  They don’t call New Jersey the Garden State for nothing.  If you’re reading this in New Jersey, live it up, folks.  Enjoy New Jersey!  Enjoy wherever you may be from.  Enjoy wherever you may be sitting as you read this, but always think fondly of New Orleans.

Remember New Orleans fondly.

Who doesn’t remember New Orleans fondly after they’ve been here?  I don’t know how they can’t.  New Orleans is like no place else.  If you’ve never visited New Orleans, you can always daydream.  New Orleans isn’t anything like New Jersey.  New Orleans isn’t anything like where you live.  I’m not saying New Orleans is better.  New Orleans is, well, different in very positive ways.  Let’s leave it at that.

I live in New Orleans.  Regular readers of this blog know that I’m in love with New Orleans.  I have the enviable job of introducing people to the many, many, many, always shifting and always colorful facets of New Orleans every day.  My professional role is to be an unofficial goodwill ambassador for this wonderful city we call home.  Every day in New Orleans is wonderful.  Every day in New Orleans is good.  Every day in New Orleans is full of the stuff from which good memories are made.

Let’s look at a picture of a dead squirrel:

 

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Dead squirrel on Esplanade Ave., New Orleans, LA

 

The squirrel was dead alongside the curb in front of a house next to our inn.  It wasn’t in front of the green house that’s cheek by jowl next to La Belle Esplanade.  The squirrel was on the street in front of a house a couple of address numbers lakeside from our inn, a house that is cursed in many ways.  I’m not going to tell you the exact address.  When you finally arrive in New Orleans and you stroll around our neighborhood, it’s probably the house you think it is.  You’re no dummy.  You can see the signs.   Cross your fingers behind your back when you pass.  Walk around the block and you’ll see the ill omens that surround that house.  You won’t find any reviews of that house on Trip Advisor the way you’ll find out that La Belle is a highly rated boutique experience inn.

Our neighborhood is normally blessedly free from hardships or mishaps.  La Belle Esplanade is the orange house in the middle.  The nicest New Orleanians you’ll ever be lucky to meet live in the green and blue houses on either side of our inn.

 

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La Belle Esplanade is the orange house in the middle

 

Come see for yourself.  Good memories are made on our street.  Good memories are made in New Jersey, too, as many New Jerseyites will attest under oath in a court of law.  New Orleans isn’t New Jersey, but nowhere is like New Jersey.  No where is like New Orleans, either.  New Orleans is a world of its own.

Some guests worry that our part of New Orleans isn’t safe, as if no pickpocketing or crime happens in the French Quarter or on Frenchmen Street, where all the drunks and the easy marks are.  I’m writing this to tell you that it’s easier to rip off, stab, or steal from a tourist in a crowd.  Our part of New Orleans is safe, except, apparently, for the squirrels.  No robber or rapist is hiding behind a tree on our street waiting to spring on the neighbors making their way home.  It’s not a cost-effective use of the criminal’s time.  The easy targets are down where all the tourists are.  Have a good time!  New Orleans isn’t New Jersey, whatever that means.

I’ve never seen a dead squirrel on our street so the appearance of this one was quite disconcerting.  I’m more used to seeing wharf rats, or restaurant rats run over on French Quarter streets after they’ve dragged themselves into the gutter to die.  The sight of a dead squirrel was so unusual that I had to pull out my trusty camera.

 

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A journalist photographing a dead squirrel on Esplanade Ave

Good memories are made in New Orleans every day.

You won’t find a lot of misery or hardship along Esplanade Avenue.  Quite the opposite.  The neighborhoods that line Esplanade Avenue in New Orleans overflow with vibrant life and unimpeded joy.  If you don’t love New Orleans, you sure as heck aren’t gonna love New Jersey.  That’s just my opinion.  I like New Jersey.  I love New Orleans.  Who doesn’t love New Orleans?  Come see for yourself.

This isn’t a photo of a picturesque street in Montclair, NJ:

 

New Orleans isn't New Jersey
Sometimes, New Orleans looks like New Jersey

 

The above is a photo of a tree in full bloom in April in front of a house on picturesque Esplanade Avenue in New Orleans.  You never know what you’ll find in New Orleans.  If you’re bored in New Orleans, you it won’t be New Orleans’ fault.  New Orleans is the best of all possible worlds.

À votre santé,

La Belle Esplanade

….where every morning is a curated breakfast salon.

Monday, April 17, 2017:  It rained buckets earlier this afternoon, between 1:00-2:00PM.  It’s 6:00PM now.  The sun is out.  There isn’t a cloud in the sky.  A light breeze tosses stray hairs on the heads of pretty girls and handsome boys as they stroll Esplanade Avenue.  The girls and boys smile contentedly at each other as they make their way to the French Quarter or to City Park, depending on which direction their headed.  The same happens with the senior citizens who are strolling our picturesque street.  There are few places so wonderful as New Orleans, LA.  New Jersey is nice.  New Orleans is nice in different, very positive, ways.