Louisiana State Bank Building is a building in New Orleans, Louisiana. It has also been known as the Manheim Galleries building, from a longtime tenant. It is located in the French Quarter at the downtown lake corner of Royal Street and Conti.
It was the last structure designed by nationally prominent architect Benjamin H. Latrobe, who died from yellow fever in New Orleans.
It was declared a National Historic Landmark in 1983.
Immediately, adjoining the old Louisiana State Bank Building, 409 Royal Street, is a much older structure, that for eight (8) years was the town house of Jean Blanque, once a well-known figure in old New Orleans. Merchant, lawyer, banker, and legislator.
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—Benjamin Harrison (1833–1901)
“The recent attempt to secure a charter from the State of North Dakota for a lottery company, the pending effort to obtain from the State of Louisiana a renewal of the charter of the Louisiana State Lottery, and the establishment of one or more lottery companies at Mexican towns near our border, have served the good purpose of calling public attention to an evil of vast proportions.”
—Benjamin Harrison (1833–1901)
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