Around 1980, we decided to take a short vacation...My parents were with us...
The Big Easy was a stop over for us--our destination, Penscola, Florida.
I get all kinds of magazines. I plan a lot of trips around places I've read about. Husband is pretty easy going, thank goodness. I, many times, name the place and he figures out how to get there. Some trips have been wonderful while others have been a bust.
I read about Olivier House Hotel in a magazine called Ford Times, a magazine our dealership subscribed for us, mainly because we bought a very combustible Ford Pinto. It was easy on the gas, I was going to college, we didn't have much money, it was around the time of the first Arab oil embargo and we thought we were really doing something great by that purchase. I'm glad I'm still here to tell the tale...
I loved that magazine. I don't think it's around anymore--neither are Ford Pintos! They really did explode if hit from the back... (We had a dark brown/orange one!)
Remember, it was the '80's. There was no internet. The written word was pretty much what we relied on...
Anyhoo--I booked us for a one night stay at Olivier House Hotel because Ford Times wrote about how wonderful this hotel was...It was in the heart of the French Quarter--right where I wanted to be.
We arrived, at the hotel, late at night and like many boutique hotels, our keys were waiting for us; however, a real person was not. There was a sign on the wall telling us to leave our car keys on the front desk because they would move it in the morning or else it could be towed.
Really? Leave the keys to our only mode of transportation on the front desk of a run-down old hotel. Husband and Daddy gave me 'the look', you know the one--the one that says, ever so quietly, 'what kind of place is this and why did you book us here?'
Long story short, we arrived late and left early. We did not leave our keys on the front desk...the place was awful and a bad time was had by all.
Fast forward to last week...
Husband and I are 'strolling' the Quarter and guess what hotel we ran into? You guessed it...Olivier House Hotel...I had completely forgotten about it--it's been at least 30 years...I had to 'take the tour'...and pictures...
As you can see from the pictures I have posted, the hotel is beautiful. I did not ask to see an actual room; however, the foyer, courtyard, and pool area are amazing. A reception was happening in the court yard or I would have taken even more pics...
Gee, what 30 years can do to a place...really and truly, this place has gotten better with age...
The Big Easy was a stop over for us--our destination, Penscola, Florida.
I get all kinds of magazines. I plan a lot of trips around places I've read about. Husband is pretty easy going, thank goodness. I, many times, name the place and he figures out how to get there. Some trips have been wonderful while others have been a bust.
I read about Olivier House Hotel in a magazine called Ford Times, a magazine our dealership subscribed for us, mainly because we bought a very combustible Ford Pinto. It was easy on the gas, I was going to college, we didn't have much money, it was around the time of the first Arab oil embargo and we thought we were really doing something great by that purchase. I'm glad I'm still here to tell the tale...
I loved that magazine. I don't think it's around anymore--neither are Ford Pintos! They really did explode if hit from the back... (We had a dark brown/orange one!)
Remember, it was the '80's. There was no internet. The written word was pretty much what we relied on...
Anyhoo--I booked us for a one night stay at Olivier House Hotel because Ford Times wrote about how wonderful this hotel was...It was in the heart of the French Quarter--right where I wanted to be.
We arrived, at the hotel, late at night and like many boutique hotels, our keys were waiting for us; however, a real person was not. There was a sign on the wall telling us to leave our car keys on the front desk because they would move it in the morning or else it could be towed.
Really? Leave the keys to our only mode of transportation on the front desk of a run-down old hotel. Husband and Daddy gave me 'the look', you know the one--the one that says, ever so quietly, 'what kind of place is this and why did you book us here?'
Long story short, we arrived late and left early. We did not leave our keys on the front desk...the place was awful and a bad time was had by all.
Fast forward to last week...
Husband and I are 'strolling' the Quarter and guess what hotel we ran into? You guessed it...Olivier House Hotel...I had completely forgotten about it--it's been at least 30 years...I had to 'take the tour'...and pictures...
As you can see from the pictures I have posted, the hotel is beautiful. I did not ask to see an actual room; however, the foyer, courtyard, and pool area are amazing. A reception was happening in the court yard or I would have taken even more pics...
Gee, what 30 years can do to a place...really and truly, this place has gotten better with age...
Where could I find a more welcoming sign? How Southern is this?
...front of hotel...notice the ferns...
...ferns, up close...
Courtyard
Will we ever stay here again? Who knows?
It was, however, very fun to re-visit a place I had completely forgotten.
As we looked around, Husband recounted the story of that trip in 1980..back to the future--I mean back to the past...
It was, however, very fun to re-visit a place I had completely forgotten.
As we looked around, Husband recounted the story of that trip in 1980..back to the future--I mean back to the past...
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