"Clothing Optional" in New Orleans
A Neighborhood Inn
This purple and green building is what we saw when we turned down Dryades from Napoleon. We parked and fumbled with the buzzer and intercom, while a few neighbors congregated on a porch nearby and waiters took a break at Pascal's Manale across the street. I was sure these folks in the neighborhood were used to having some fun, evaluating the guests who arrived at The Dive.
Diving into The Dive
The Colorful Pool Paradise
Wayne seemed a little weary. He admitted he usually lets his more sociable wife greet the guests, but then he ended up giving us a 25 minute tour. He showed us the antique bar and the beer stocked fridge that works on the honor system. He pointed out the domed "lamella" structure over the pool, which was quite a big deal in 1927. He showed Don how to open the cover of the pool and then turned to me with a little chuckle, "Just knock on my door when you're ready to swim. " By this time I had already winced at a few of his joking comments about the perks of owning a "clothing op" hotel. I hated to inform him that I had no intention of nuding up, so I just asked more questions about the history.
Drawn to the Pool
Back when they first opened, the guests wore clothes. Folks were probably drawn to the place because it was different than your typical touristy French Quarter getaway. Some, like actor Dennis Quaid came because it was away from the crowds and nosy fans. After a few years of ownership, an upper level was added. The costly addition was completed just before 9/11. The plunge in tourism that followed caused the owners to search for a gimmick to attract customers. That's when The Dive began catering to the nudist community.
Our host struggled a bit with the ancient, sliding pocket door to our room. He joked... I think it was a joke, about how they don't use keys. But he did end up giving us one.
This was the room we chose online. It was one of 4 rooms that were part of the original 1847 Creole Cottage, which was on the property when the Consulate purchased in 1908. I grinned to see that the decor was even more entertaining than I'd expected. The woodwork and claw footed tub were pink. The toilet was enclosed in what was once a wooden phone booth. The thick wood floors creaked underneath the carpets and a musty smell hung in the air. But old sounds and smells are part of old hotels, so I was okay with that.
The Sleeping Oasis
Wayne pointed out the tropical mural surrounding the bed. He motioned to the wobbly bed post and explained, "I think the woman last night thought she was Demi Moore doing a pole dance!" (TMI, Wayne!) Wayne attempted to screw the post back in, but we found the wobbly thing a little precarious at bedtime...and removed it.
And There's More
Our suite actually included a little sitting room with stained glass windows, a tiny kitchen area and a back door to the "garden".
So Much Stuff
I guess $137. is a good price for a suite in New Orleans, but this is no typical hotel suite. Guests need to be reminded that the white glove test would fail here. Not complaining. You get a little dusty when you're 167 years old and filled with hard to dust knickknacks. I have a feeling the nude crowd is willing to pay a little more for the privilege. I didn't get my money's worth by nuding up, but I did enjoy the figures in the window above the door. And I was entertained by counting the duck figures on the inside of the phone booth toilet. I think there were 39.
A Morning Swim
Don got his money's worth by swimming laps before we checked out in the morning. Yes, he's wearing a suit, but he didn't have to. I was too busy back in the room trying to figure out how to pull the curtain around the old tub for a shower.
So, what was notable?
My New Year's Resolution for 2014 was to start documenting some of the memorable overnights I've had in some very odd and curious motels and hotels. Like the adventures in my Dining Blog, I have learned to enjoy the surprises that happen when you step out of the comfort zone, far away from the well-known chains.
I began with a few entries recalling my very first home away from home memories from my youth. Then, I started sharing about some of the quirky and unforgettable motels, hotels and inns that my husband and I have discovered in recent years.
The best part about this challenge was making some lists with Don and getting on the road in search of new overnight adventures. I gave myself a 2-year goal to write up 90 stories and the goal was met. Now we just keep on adding!