Click the actual photo, and it will bring you to the photo that follows. No need to click the thumbnails below. You should come to some color photos, too.
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these are amazing: you are a gifted photographer.
Wow, well done! I like the colour close ups of the instruments a lot.
Excellent photos. I hope the trip was fabulous. I am very excited about going in February.
An excellet photographer can make wonderful use of color and form. Your photos are a great example of what a creative photographer can see in a place where everything already looks like a postcard. Great job, Stephanie.
I wish I had just a smidge of your talent! Excellent photos.
Beautiful photos. Isn't N.O. magical?
Hi Stephanie: I'm going to be in N.O. this spring and I have reservations at a hotel on the other side of Canal street from the International House. I'm actually going for a wedding and not only is the International house closer to the wedding, but it's less expensive than the hotel where I currently have a reservation. I know this isn't a travel blog, but I was wondering what your thoughts were on that hotel?
FROM STEPHANIE- I think the International House was fine. A few caveats- There is construction going on right next door and the noise in the AM is not conducive to sleep. Also, we booked a room not thinking it doesn't default to a king size bed. The Queen room was shockingly small but for $20/night the King works well although still on the small side. The hotel is centrally located. No concierge but the desk were incredibly helpful in helping us navigate a city neither of us knew.
Enjoy!
Totally random: My mom always used to say that phrase you use as your hed! But she said "Home again home again jiggety-jog." Weird. Did anyone else grow up with either phrasings? Where does it come from?
Actually, it's "To market, to market, to get a fat pig. Home again, home again, jiggity-jig" It's an old nursery rhyme.
FROM SK: Yes, I know. In Straight Up & Dirty, when invited to restaurant MARKT, I wrote:
To Markt, to Markt, I am a fat pig.
Home alone again, home alone again,
Will it always be my gig?