Winter Oasis for Artists & Lovers
My most profound memory of our weekend stay at The W was opening up the French window that looked out over the little street below, a narrow street lined with antique stores and posts where horses used to rest. The interior of our room was comfortable luxury, with little treats in the fridge available for easy purchase. The shower was spacious.
Although we had rented a car, we spent most of weekend on foot--exploring the French Quarter. On Friday night, we walked two blocks to Burbon street and perused the jazz halls, specialty stores, and restaurants. The famous party street was so close it felt during those days that we lived in the neighborhood, yet just far enough away to be relatively quiet and allow for a good nights sleep. On Saturday we shopped the nearby antique stores and visited museums. On Sunday morning we walked a few blocks down to Jackson Square and attended mass at the cathedral.
After dinner on Sunday night, we rested in the courtyard by the fountain. Between the water and the trees, I looked up to see the moon shining upon us. My last night in New Orleans, I took a photograph of the moon.