Canopy bed … I want one for my own room!
I’m writing this blog post from a cute little inn in New Orleans. My dad and I arrived here around 10 p.m. Saturday night. A friend had recommended a nearby inn to me, but it was full for the night, so the owner told me to look into the Sunburst Inn. I’m glad we did. The tiny inn, which has a sunburst flag hanging next to the entrance, is nestled in a neighborhood that’s about six blocks from the French Quarter. I visited New Orleans last November, so the area is still fresh in my mind. My dad has never been to Louisiana, though, so he has loved seeing the clusters of small houses complete with balconies and hanging plants.
The Sunroof Inn sure beats a Motel 6 or some other chain hotel. I’ve always loved old houses, so this inn is just my style with all of its history, character and canopy beds. Glenn, the guy who runs the inn, said we could use his bikes in the morning to ride to the French Quarter. We’re meeting up with one of my friends in the Quarter, where I hope to introduce my dad to the gloriousness that is beignets. A trip to Cafe Du Monde, perhaps?
Next big stop after New Orleans = Dallas.