The Garden District of New Orleans. Not the green beans and cabbage garden, but greenery on the houses and flowers everywhere type of garden. It was as beautiful as it sounds. As we walked down the street we saw towering houses with draping greenery on the galleries (balconies, as we call them at home). Black and Gold Saints flags whipping in the wind with the red, white, and blue American flag. The neatly trimmed, green bushes surrounding the bed of a darker green type of grass. in January, the flowers and bushes are alive with color. The birds chirping, the cars honking, and the street car braking are the sounds that could be heard as we moseyed through the luscious garden district. Not only were the gardens a sight to see though, the houses were as well. The floor to ceiling windows and doors, the textured glass in the doors, the elegant, wrought iron fences wrapping around these beautiful, colored houses. The antique gas lamps lit above the door ways and the towering pillars on both stories could be see most houses. Some houses were small, some were massive. They ranged in color from a lemonade yellow to sky blue to slate grey to dusty pink and anywhere in between. The shutters on these beautiful houses were also a sight. They were the same floor to ceiling size as the windows and either matched the color of the houses, were a slightly different shade, or some of them were a shockingly different color to show their diversity. And of course, everything is covered in greenery.
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