I've waxed poetic about my appreciation for New Orleans, and particularly the French Quarter, in this post--NOLA Vie en Rose (a travel diary), so I'll try to spare you here. These photos are of the nearby Garden District, considered one of the best-preserved collections of historic mansions in the southern United States. The gated properties and decorated homes, though equally beautiful, are each unique in their histories.
If I were in The Hunger Games, my district would definitely be called the Garden District.
I have a thing for southern trees. They grow differently than do the trees in the northeast. There's a drape to them that I like that mimics the slow and easy southern lifestyle. I imagine this is due to the warmer climate, but they may just be different species of trees.
The original owner of this property had a wrought-iron corn fence built for his wife, who longed for her home state of Iowa (or so we overheard a family of tourists read aloud from a brochure).