I’d want to live in the Warehouse District.
It’s Sunday morning and I’m waiting in Denver International Airport for a flight to New Orleans. It is 29 degrees (-1.6C) outside. That’s warm given the cold, snowy weather we’ve had over the past week. I’m looking forward to the forecasted 75 degrees (23.9C) there, even if it’s just for a day. More so than the weather, I’m looking forward to visiting New Orleans. I was last in the city years before Hurricane Katrina ripped through in 2005, exposing some of the worst, and the best, that is human nature.
I was in town for a presentation early Monday morning and couldn’t wait to finish so that I’d have some time to walk around before heading back to the airport. Originally, I wanted to take the streetcar out St. Charles Avenue to the Garden District to see the historic houses. But since I was short on time, I opted for walking instead to the closest neighborhood that wasn’t the French Quarter. This ended up being the Warehouse District, a neighborhood of mostly one to three-story buildings dotted with art galleries, museums, restaurants, coffee shops, offices and loft-style residences. According to the excellent resources available at The Data Center, I learned that this area fell outside of the hurricane’s major flood zone due to its higher land elevation. The neighborhood is in the southeastern portion of the Central Business District, essentially the city’s downtown area.
The Warehouse District reminded me a lot of Denver’s Golden Triangle neighborhood. The buildings were similarly quite eclectic, from plain utilitarian boxes to more ornate structures that in this case reflected the city’s French-colonial history.
I would happily call any of the three units below home.
I stopped into Carmo, a nice little cafe on Julia Street, for lunch and then Bittersweet Confections on Magazine Street, for a cup of coffee and a seriously fine piece of zucchini bread. If I had more time I would have checked out one of the galleries but…next visit. I hope!