It’s a Shotgun Marriage in New Orleans

17 May
2012
Posted in: Louisiana
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A shotgun house, I mean. Or a double shotgun, if you are so inclined. Now, I don’t want to share my bedroom wall with anyone ever again (short version of a long story: I will always hate Norah Jones thanks to 434 W. Wellington #607, Chicago) but damn, these are cute. Here are some of the shotgun houses we loved in New Orleans:

Who knows how long this home has been shut up. What's inside?

Who knows how long this home has been shut up. What's inside?

New Orleans: employing painters 24/7.

New Orleans: employing painters 24/7.

A double shotgun that's been converted into a single.

A double shotgun that's been converted into a single.

Show me a yellow house, and I'll show you a house I love.

Show me a yellow house, and I'll show you a house I love.

A shotgun house para Espana.

A shotgun house para Espana.

Another yellow.

Another yellow.

Un otro para Espana.

Un otro para Espana.

Dormers! Be still my heart!

Dormers! Be still my heart!

Next door to dormers....can I get that in a single-size?

Next door to dormers....can I get that in a single-size?