NOLA Chic’s #TBT Hotel St. Pierre in New Orleans

In honor of #throwbackthursday I decided to share some of my favorite New Orleans moments and places with ya’ll.

In May 2014 my sister and I had our “New Orleans Girl’s Trip” and opted in being “real tourist” instead of staying with family members this particular time. Plus, we were here to celebrate my cousin’s Fabulous 40th Birthday and vibe called for some glam lol.

We would end up having a fabulous time in New Orleans! I will share the birthday party pictures in a separate blog, but we divided our 10 day New Orleans Girl’s Trip by staying in two hotels, both gave us a different feel, vibe and view of New Orleans.The pictures here are of Hotel St. Pierre located in the French Quarter’s.


We loved it, minus the run in we had with a few cockroaches, but hey it’s a courtyard hotel lol

Hotel Pierre gives you an authentic French colonial architecture feel with cottage style guestrooms decorated with antique furniture, beautiful cobblestone patio and outdoor pool.

If I wasn’t with my sister it would have have made for the perfect hidden romantic getaway. Swimming and lounging in the courtyard gave off this seductive feeling. Like I can see myself “Boo’d up” sipping on champagne sitting in the doorway of my room with a man right now lol.

New Orleans does that too you wherever you’re at tho…

The staff was hospitable and outgoing, very New Orleans local treatment.

With the exception of the cockroaches the parking, very small parking lot was very expensive, but parking is expensive period in New Orleans, but they will get you in the Quarter’s.

Having this lil look back on my stay thereI will look into going one weekend as a local, you know a staycation be a tourist soon and will write a true blog review on my stay.

We definitely enjoyed our stay at this historic hotel! Loved the amenties and the continental breakfast was a nice treat! At this moment I recommend you all booking your stay, but my views are dated, the rates may have went up as well, but I will let ya’ll know how it goes.

*Per Travelocity

On the National Register of Historic Places, the Hotel St. Pierre, with its authentic French Colonial cottages dating back to the 1700’s, embodies the architecture, romance, and ambiance of a bygone era. Contributing greatly to the hotel’s charm is the relaxed atmosphere of this quiet residential section of the French Quarter. One would never guess its proximity to world class dining, culture, and the lively nightlife of Bourbon Street. Secluded lush tropical courtyards, balconies, pools, and fountains help make this the perfect spot for a family vacation, romantic escape, or storybook wedding, as well as for incentive trips, reunions, and family vacations. Valet parking available for $39.95 plus tax per vehicle per night.

A native of New Orleans, who left her beloved New Orleans to spend twenty years of living in the land of Minnesota Not So Nice. Minnesota was full of opportunities but would learn that the soul of the state and the people who made it was just as icy cold as the temperatures. After the years and my 40th birthday flew by, I decided it was time to pack up my youngest child and come back to my roots, my birthplace the city that not only birthed me but gave me life. I would not be who I am without my New Orleans beginnings. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a premature baby born with a severe medical disability. And only With the help of my mother, was it possible for me to BE! I was able to endure and survive the obstacles laid before my child and me. In a city that was built by my family, but did not allow for us to reap the benefits I overcame. Charity Hospital was my second home — a building filled with miracle workers who made it possible for my daughter to have life. I have lived a life of rainy days with peeks of sunshine, that are my children, including those not of my womb. I'm the proud mother of three and a grandmother of three. My dream was to live the life of the nursery rhyme of ”The Old Lady Who lived in a shoe,” and for the most part, I did. I cared for several children over the years as a special needs foster parent. I would learn that my love was not enough for some children, but I loved them through their pain. I'm not sure if I ever had a case of true love or came close to what love looks like on television, but I had my share of men and the mirage of love. I survived two abusive marriages. Though I longed to return to New Orleans on a daily bases, I must admit my move was one of the best decisions made for me. I am a college graduate; I was a successful entrepreneur. I coowned a soul food restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I developed the talent of creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul. He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute. But with the challenge of creating a simple wedding cake, I was able to find healing. I created the House of Cakes in honor of him. Minnesota life had me pretty materialistic. I worked to the point I do not remember much, but work and handing my children love money. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, the ultimate provider and being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me of what I was told was a generational curse of lack of everything from money, love to even self-love. But for the most part, that life poisoned my heart and soul. I was blinded by visions fed to me by the media. I was told I wasn't anything unless I was better than the Jones's. I lived being ok with a broken, bleeding heart. Life like this did not exist in my family while living in New Orleans from what I viewed with my eyes and soul. We may not have had all the things I acquired over the years, but we were happy, we were together. Family outside of New Orleans wasn't family anymore. We lived separate lives and had awkward moments when we bumped into each other in public. I hated living in Minnesota even though life their helped me in so many ways. I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home, myself, my New Orleans. I'm here, and I love it. Even being in the so-called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes, New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together, we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up!. I just know in my heart that New Orleans will provide for me. There's a bank account with funds in it owed to me by way of back pay for my ancestors. And I will receive my inheritance, and I will continue the traditions and customs of the old to keep the heartbeat of New Orleans beating. I'm down in the boot, living the life that feels right to me awaiting my destiny...

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