Series: Living in NOLA, part 2
My street. I live on Fontainebleau Drive. It's a nice street skirting the edges of Uptown. As we enter the mile-long tree-lined boulevard, we pass under a striking blue arch that says "Fontainebleau Drive"...a veritable royal entry. This end of Fontainebleau (we say FAHNT-in-blow) is quite becoming, each house possessing its own unique architectural style and color. Passing under a canopy of liveoaks by pinks, blues, beiges, reds...large porches, iron work...a Tudor style, a Mexican style, an Italian style, a cottage style. No consistency, just sheer individuality. Eventually, once we get beyond the cross-street Versailles we get to that other kind of New Orleans home, the chopped-up for apartment building. Gone are the cool splendor of single family homes underneath the blue arch, now we have student living. Yep, this is the end of Fontainebleau we live on. It's a nice neighborhood, rather high turnover, but interesting people, and for the most part, as safe as you can expect living in the city.
Also in typical New Orleans fashion, inconsequential details aren't given much attention. Consistency in spelling big words is a bit much to ask for in this laissez-faire city. So what? Fontainebleau. Fountainbleau. They mean the same...