It’s a Shotgun Marriage in New Orleans

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?