I’ve got New Orleans on my mind, now that my daughter returned there on Sunday. There are many glorious mansions on St. Charles Avenue, but my favorite one is known as The Wedding Cake House. Some may call it ostentatious but I call it divine.
It’s a private home, so I have to admire it from the sidewalk.
I feel a tad guilty, imagining myself having a glass of ice-cold sweet tea on this grand porch…
…somewhat voyeuristic, zooming in on its architectural details…
…fighting the urge to swipe a lick off the white frosting…
…in awe of every ornate feature, down to the cast iron acorn detail of the fence that keeps me at bay.
But then I think, “What do you expect when you live in a house like this? I can’t help myself.” The Four Tops expressed it the best. Enjoy!
