The world is a stage. Or your oyster. Or both. Upon recommendation from Rhoda the concierge we tried a pair of new spots across from our Julia Street hotel: Happy hour at Rebirth was a jolly hootful awakening; we sang and … Read More
Streetcarma
We holed up near the Saint Charles streetcar line, close to the river, too, where we could hear steamship whistles at all hours, and the Creole Queen calliope hissed and sputtered a toe-tappin’ rendition of Down Yonder, and close to … Read More