How do I explain this experience? Imagine having gone to college with a friend, the two of you reconnect after years of not seeing one another, and they invite you out to their place in New Orleans to visit. The week you can be there they’re busy but want you to feel welcome so they give you a key and a list of places to go. You have a great time thanks to your college pal but never actually spend time with them.
If you’re like me- this is absolutely the best scenario. Caroline was on top of everything but absolutely respected my space and didn’t knock on my door insisting on introducing herself (previous weird Airbnb experience that I won’t get into here).
There were great personal touches- four ply toilet paper (not sure if this is a thing but it was legit). She had these face wipes that were the best (looked them up on amazon) and offered black washcloths to remove makeup.
All of her directions- even down to how to turn the shower on- were spot on. I loved all of the plants, decor and New Orleans treats she left behind (pretty sure she’s now responsible for my praline addiction).
Also, the neighborhood is so quiet! And down the street from a gorgeous park. We would walk around at night and be accosted by the friendliest dogs on leashes. Talk about trauma (sarcasm intended).
All in all- I have mixed feelings about recommending this place as I kinda want to keep this to myself. But it’s legit and I’d totally stay here again if in New Orleans