what a treat…new orleans for the long weekend.  the little joneses soaked it all up: the WWII museum, the sculpture garden at the NOMA, streetcars, beignets, jambalaya, tarot card readers and mimes, gumbo, muffalettas, cemeteries, voodoo, zydeco music — they loved it all.

while my family hunted garden district ghosts (and found gelato instead), mrs. jones had 90 minutes for a parade of her own down a few blocks of magazine street.  the colors, finishes, and wonderful shops send me right over the crescent city moon.  all that fabulous old plaster and stucco, gold and silver leaf, wrought and cast iron…there is nothing like new orleans.  i am craving a chandelier from julie neill designs and an iron bed from aux belles choses. 

(ooh – and just one more beignet.)