Mar 29, 2015
A fountain spotted outside the Royal Street Courtyard Bed and Breakfast in the Marigny is playfully decorated with a variety of differently themed rubber duckies. (New Orleans, Louisiana 2015).
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A fountain spotted outside the Royal Street Courtyard Bed and Breakfast in the Marigny is playfully decorated with a variety of differently themed rubber duckies. (New Orleans, Louisiana 2015).
A long row of bright and colorful doors line the side of a building in the Marigny. (New Orleans, Louisiana 2015).
A charming house in the Marigny stands out with its bold choice of bright, vibrant colors. (New Orleans, Louisiana 2015).
Incredible mini-Victorian at Rampart and Marigny, New Orleans.
It feels like 100 years since I last posted anything here on Tumblr, have been practically having an out-of-body experience here in New Orleans. Fuck the French Quarter, that's like a grotesque Disneyland for tourist, the Fauborg Marigny neighborhood is the greatest neighborhood in America.
IT'S LIKE THERE ARE NO COPS ANYWHERE!!! In my book that's a huge plus.
The Marigny/Bywater neighborhoods are just fucking banging right now, totally taken over by artists and musicians and totally not gentrified, it's like some serious East Village/Mission pre-cleanup bohemian utopia. Frenchman Street alone has so much mind-blowing music and you can just walk around with a drink and stand out on the sidewalk and listen, going from bar to bar.
The people here are friendly and open, totally unlike the snobbish hipster indie rock Minneapolis scene, tonight is a Monday night (they do it different on Frenchman Street, they start staging bands at 4:00 in the afternoon so working people can catch sets) and at 9:00 the 15 or so bars on the small stretch of Frenchman were all packed and spilling out into the street, old people and young people together and crowds dancing. Fucking dancing their asses off. Nobody in Minneapolis would be caught dead dancing. I've made friends to show me around in only 3 fucking days, people here are so different. This never happens in other cities.
Right now in this moment in time, post-Katrina and pre-gentrification, the Farbourg Marigny/Bywater neighborhoods are unbelievable. This cannot last much longer.
DID I MENTION THERE ARE NO COPS ANYWHERE IT'S LIKE A DREAM COME TRUE!!!
Three nights in a row I've told myself this was changing my life. If I get enough money when my mom kicks the bucket I am moving here to slack slack slack my life away.