We left New Orleans and drove through Mississippi, only to find ourselves cruising through Mobile, Alabama.
We drove around taking in all the old homes, with their gorgeous architecture, and stopped to walk around these two preserved mansions.
The difference between the mansions we have in Los Angeles and the one’s they have in Mobile are pretty obvious (no palm trees for one thing.) But I think what I love most about visiting old homes like this is imagining the people who lived there…Laughed, cried, sang and danced in these old houses. What was their story? What are their secrets?
Houses are pretty good at storing secrets.