#5: Live On St. Charles Street.
The address we always wanted… is finally ours! After 3 weeks of scoping out Craigslist, cold calling apartment guides, checking classifieds and eaves-dropping at local coffee shops (for coffee, of course :)) Sinead and I finally found and signed on a 2 -bedroom house on St. Charles Street. Yep, you heard that right. A house on the famous, beautiful, quintessential St. Charles Street. Now… it isn’t actually my place. It’s really her place. I’m just acting as part-time house hunter. Because that’s what best…
#4: The City That Care Forgot.
Good mawnin! You’d be surprised, but way down yonder here on St. Charles Street it’s actually quite easy to find frozen margaritas, the pungent smell of old bay seasoning and people riding on horseback on any given morning. Today is Saturday, and I’ve seen and smelled the likes of all from my wooden porch swing. The tourists must be checking into their hotels for the annual New Orleans Seafood Festival that’s happening this weekend. But wait. Let’s back track…