An unexpected and unassuming enclave of entrancing private cottages (part of the original Tremé plantation) and a languid tropical garden lie hidden behind greenery and gates next to Armstrong Park. The one- and two-room parlor suites are well-decorated for comfort with contemporary wares, nods to the birthplace of jazz across the street, and a smattering of antiques (no more is needed—history seeps out from the very brick walls here). The unobtrusive but obliging hosts serve stellar Southern-style breakfasts (sweet potato bread pudding, oh my) at communal tables, indoors or out. There are nice little touches like complimentary champagne upon check-in and chilled towels at the ready for the humidity-weary, but not many other amenities. No matter: It’s all awfully inviting, especially for reunions and romantics, and it’s just a block from the French Quarter. Free parking, a rarity, is a substantive bonus for visitors with cars.