| Here we are at the hotel, Le Richelieu in the Quarter. It is located on the corner of Chartres and Barracks. |
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| Whenever I told anyone where I was staying, I would say I would be at Le Richelieu, as in Cardinal Richelieu. They have this portrait of the old fellow in the lobby. |
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| Here is my room. Paul McCartney stayed here for a couple of months back in the 1970's, but not in this room. |
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| The view from the front window up Chartres Street. |
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| From the other window looking up Barracks Street. |
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| The windows at the top are where my room was on the fourth floor. |
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| There is a small courtyard with a pool. They also have a small cafe for breakfast or lunch and a bar. |
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| Pierre: Bienvenue à New Orleans, mon ami! Jeffrey: Aw, crap. Not another one. P: Now is that the way to say hello to your imaginary friend, Pierre? J: How did you know I was here? P: Pablo emailed me. |
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| J: This is the French Market. It is the oldest public market in the the country. It's mostly a bunch of people selling cheap junk from little stalls. |
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| P: We had a diesel tanker run into the bridge a couple of days earlier and it spilled fuel into the Mississippi. The river has been closed to traffic while they try to clean it up. |
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| J: You didn't have anything to do with this,
did you? P: I don't even have an imaginary driver's license, let alone an imaginary boating license. |
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| J: I see that they have isolated the oily gunk to the shorelines so they can clean it up. |
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