2727 Dauphine St

New Orleans LA 70117

2201 sq. ft.

2700 sq. ft.

Single-Family

Currently for sale - view listing

Overview

There is a Gryffindor scarf hanging behind the looking glass at 2727 Dauphine. The looking glass is a large mirror in the upstairs primary that slides sideways to reveal the closet. The scarf got left behind. Alice is a c.1890 Marigny sidehall home with three bedrooms, two and a half baths and just under 2,500 square feet. The double parlor gives you an impressive living room and formal dining room lined with bookshelves and a rolling library ladder. Ceilings rise 13 feet under triple crown molding. Large windows are edged in a rainbow grid of Queen Anne glass. Outside, gingerbread traces the frame of a house that feels dipped in fondant. The enclosed side hall screams romance. But the den is where everyone wants to be after a day well lived. The dog rests belly-up. Toys land. Takeout boxes hit the table. A giant wrought-iron sculpture holds dozens of wine bottles. Life is allowed to get messy here. And when life changes, the rooms sort themselves out. A downstairs primary became a guest room and office when a baby arrived, and the family moved upstairs. The last major work was a restoration, not an attempt to make an old home pretend to be new. Cream walls. Unlacquered brass. Ancient hardware. Pocket doors that glide. An outrageous amount of Sub-Zero appliances. Clawfoot tub. Stained glass in multiple rooms. Outside: a small deck for the grill, dining under string lights, tropical plants, a mural, and enough turf for a soccer ball. Upstairs, the deck takes in almost 270 degrees of the Marigny. At dusk, sunlight dishevels the leaves in the tall trees around it. Some evenings, a second line from the Marigny Opera House passes below on St. Ferdinand. This is a home for walks where you say, "one more block," because you're enjoying the company. Porch conversations. Takeout nearby. Homegrown parades. The river. Ships passing. Then you come inside, close the door, and nearly 2,500 square feet are yours. And whoever you decide to let through the looking glass