On beautiful tree lined St. Charles Avenue sits a sleepy little inn called The Columns Hotel, which wreaks of all of the splendor and charm of New Orleans as depicted in a Tennessee Williams novel. One can just close their eyes and listen for the rumble of the streetcars rolling along the Avenue and be magically transported back 100 years to a time when life was surely slower and simpler. Such was the setting for the marriage of Janine and Skip last month when they exchanged vows in the beautiful front parlor of the hotel in Skip’s hometown of New Orleans. After dressing in the upstairs suite, Janine descended the central staircase to meet her waiting groom. Their closest family and friends shrieked with delight as the two entered into the parlor, hand in hand, to strut down the aisle to the strains of When the Saints Come Marching In! After their beautiful and touching vows, in typical New Orleans tradition, the newlyweds lead the entire crew on a second line around the hotel property, then back inside for a wonderful reception. “We’re just so happy!” they exclaimed to me as we were making their portraits out on the streetcar line just before Skip picked up his bride to swing her around with all the vigor of a teenager. They didn’t need to tell me that … it was obvious to anyone with eyes. Love knows no age, love knows no boundaries, all that matters is to love and be loved. Congratulations again to Janine and Skip who are heading back to their home in Canada! May you always be as happy as you were on this day and may you always keep a part of New Orleans in your souls.