I would like to sing my praises of Owen and Katie from their balcony (because I would like to go back immediately if not sooner). They are *lovely* people, extremely responsive, caring, and frankly probably a great hang. I wanted for nothing while I was there, and that's including the fact that after I started to develop a migraine from the Krewe de Vieux, Kate brought me advil and offered me ice. Without that, I would have been much worse off (though in their capable, friendly hands, I have no doubts I would have made it).
If you're going to New Orleans, stay with Owen and Katie. It's only a half-hour walk to the French Quarter (about 10 minutes driving), which gives you space away from Burbon Street's mysterious puddles.