When you fall asleep on Esplanade Avenue, you'll eventually wake up. Wide awake, you'll be trapped in a dream from which you won't want to escape. Esplanade Avenue is not a nightmare. It is a lotus dream, a pipe dream, an idyllic expanse of whimsy and fairy flotsam that drifts, will-o-the-wisp, between Orleans Avenue and Elysian Fields. A stroll down Esplanade Avenue is like a Fragonard painting. Esplanade Avenue is as much rococo as it is baroque. Esplanade Avenue is francophile in a city in which no one who lives here speaks French anymore. The lingua franca on Esplanade Avenue is happiness, joy, and ineffable lightness of being.
After a visit to New Orleans, some people return to their beds in Iowa, or in Idaho, or in Michigan, or in Catalonia, or in Castile, or in Napoli, or in Perugia, or under a Tuscan sun, or in Estonia, or in Rhode Island, or in London, or in Tokyo, or in Khartoum, or in Jakarta, or in Portland, OR, or in Portland, ME, and while they sleep they have one name and one vision, one idea, one perfect notion of a perfect street that reverberates through all their dreams like a lucky charm that fell down a well, just out of reach. Once you get a taste of Esplanade Avenue in New Orleans, it is impossible to shake the sense that no other street can satisfy just as well as this remarkably magical street. Esplanade Avenue... Esplanade... Esplanade....
Trying to forget Esplanade Avenue is like trying to forget the taste of ice cream.
Some memories are meant to be frozen.
The worst headache can be cured by walking down Esplanade Avenue. That is what New Orleanians with migraines do. The easy-going air and peaceable disposition of the trees, the architecture, and the people along this one-of-a-kind street works wonders to those with a pain in their skulls, or in their hearts, or in their souls.
If you have a wound that needs to be soothed, Esplanade Avenue provides the perfect balm to ease any sorrow and even a sour stomach. Arthralgia is forgotten. Sciatica is forgotten. Baldness is forgotten. Heartburn is an afterthought. Enmity is disappeared. No one is ugly on Esplanade Avenue. There are no strangers on Esplanade Avenue. Everyone is a friend you are about to meet.
Esplanade Avenue is a street without bile or piled-up regrets. It is a street that is exactly what it claims to be, no more and no less. Esplanade Avenue is a place where one can walk off one's pain to retire without a care in one's world. Good friends, and good memories, are made on Esplanade Avenue.
Remember Esplanade Avenue in your dreams and you will sleep the sleep of the deeply contented. You will awaken refreshed with pep in your step, full of vim. Colors will be brighter. Your focus will be sharper. You will feel like dancing even when there isn't any music playing. You will run circles around hurdles and you'll be able to reach the stars. The sun is a smiling witness of what takes place on Esplanade Avenue in New Orleans.
If New Orleans is an oyster, Esplanade Avenue is its pearl.
Sometimes an avenue is just a street.
Inhale Esplanade Avenue's perfume without filters, without accoutrements, without either help or hinderance. Just be yourself on Esplanade Avenue. The vistas will be as far as you can see. Esplanade Avenue is awash with its own traditional trinity scents of Creole cookery.
Be yourself on Esplanade Avenue and you will find yourself alive to possibilities, no matter what they are, highbrow or lowbrow, soaring or submerging, lackluster or lustrously nacreous. There is nothing that isn't valuable in every detail along every step of Esplanade Avenue. You'll find yourself and you'll find a lot more than your self on Esplanade Avenue. Esplanade Avenue is where the commonplace is made wondrous, the world is made understandably miraculous, and where petty irritations become the stuff of brotherly- and sisterly- love epiphanies.
The City of New Orleans cherishes Esplanade Avenue for good reasons. The people who have fallen in love with Esplanade Avenue can never forget this wonderful street. Say, "Esplanade Avenue," to someone in the know and the name will bring a beatific look to their face. Say it to someone who isn't in the know and they'll be one step closer to being converted. Spread the word. Spread the magic. Spread the love of Esplanade Avenue wherever you are.
If you want the inside skinny on what goes on on Esplanade Avenue, there are two goodwill New Orleans ambassadors who make their headquarters on this remarkable and memorable street. La Belle Esplanade is unlike any other New Orleans hotel. La Belle Esplanade is unlike any other hotel, period. Make your New Orleans home base at La Belle Esplanade. Good memories, so good that they linger as long and as hauntingly as good dreams, are made on our street.