As this 20 hour trip requires a two day drive, I had to break the trip somewhere. I chose New Orleans. No side of the road stopover for me. Cafe au lait and beignets along with the allure of the antique ladden Magazine Street were calling my name.
Strolling Royal Street, buses waited to load a group of tourists. Coming from the doors of a hotel, music blared and through open doors a quartet of horns filled the air with the sounds of the city while the merry entourage followed, necks ladden with the symbolic gold, purple and green bead necklaces.
And in the Big Easy, cocktail hour was a given. A stop in Napoleons House fulfilled all the requirements of the perfect New Orleans atmosphere with a perfect history soaked bar, flaking plaster walls adorned with scores of pictures and its own sultry indoor courtyard.
NOLA for dinner. No matter how busy (and 20,000 Ace Hardware conventioneers had just arrived in the City) the staff excels at making each guest feel that they are a special patron.
In the life of an antique dealer, stops always beckon. Sometimes its just about choosing the right one.