open houses

Today, Marshall, Carlos and I took a little tour of a few of the houses of Bourbon St. All were lovely, but two were unfortunately suburbanly decorated. There's a plague of retirees living in the quarter, I'm afraid. It's less Boho and more Boca every day. Still, a chance to peek in wealthy elderly people's bathrooms is always fun.

Typical, stereotypical, courtyard shot. Note the chair preventing access to the upstairs.



Lovely little vignette (done by a gay, I'm sure.)


Painting of a Mardi Gras Indian.



A pool...on Bourbon St.! (And not of vomit.)


Huge freaky looking papier mache birds hanging in the courtyard of one of the more suburbanly decorated houses.

A pretty little 19th century marble statue in the courtyard. The sun was very bright.

Hideous, vaguely racist candle stick. It's made of plastic, set on green marble.

A crown, of course.