|Here we are at the hotel, Le Richelieu in the Quarter. It is located on the corner of Chartres and Barracks.|
|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.|
|Here is my room. Paul McCartney stayed here for a couple of months back in the 1970's, but not in this room.|
|The view from the front window up Chartres Street.|
|From the other window looking up Barracks Street.|
|The windows at the top are where my room was on the fourth floor.|
|There is a small courtyard with a pool. They also have a small cafe for breakfast or lunch and a bar.|
|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.
|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.|
|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.|
|J: You didn't have anything to do with this,
P: I don't even have an imaginary driver's license, let alone an imaginary boating license.
|J: I see that they have isolated the oily gunk to the shorelines so they can clean it up.|