Mardi Gras is a big thing in the South. Everywhere you go you will find Mardi Gras wreaths and trees.
On Friday, we left Mississippi and drove to Breaux Bridge, Louisianna. Most of the drive is one long bridge as you are driving over swamp land. We were unaware that there was a hurricane warning for our destination. Friday night was extremely frightening. Extreme winds, cracks of lightening and thunder and intense rain. When I asked Tat at what point do I make a run for the bath house, he replied “when you see a flying cow” Many of our fellow campers who were in much larger campers looked to see if we were still standing in the morning. There was another hurricane warning for Saturday but it was nothing like the night before.
Saturday, we went to Buck and Johnnys for some breakfast and live zydeco music. It was fantastic.
Then we travelled to Lafayette. We went to the Vermilionville Living History Museum. This is a walking tour of an old Acadian village. It is a combination of original and replica buildings full of antiques. They really do a fantastic job…complete with people in costume, vegetation and livestock.
Meet Lynn…the village quilter.
Meet Gracie and Dean. We met them in the schoolhouse. Dean is playing the t’fer. Gracie is a walking Acadian encyclopedia.
This is a miniature cast iron stove. Sales men used to bring these door to door so the customer could see what a full size one would look like.
Meet Cliff. He was busy doing wood crafts.
This was a typical Priest’s garment.
Tat is sitting amonst live bamboo.
These trees have no bark. They grew throughout the museum.
Meet Cheryl Cormier. We watched a fantastic Cajun jam session. Accordians are a lead instrument in zydeco and cajun music traditionally played by men. Cheryl broke that barrier making it acceptable for a woman to play the lead accordian. She has won many awards. We had the priviledge to hear her. This jam session consisted of 17 guitars, 8 fiddles, 2 accordians and a t’fer. Awesome.
We have eaten all kinds of cajun food while in Mississippi and Louisiana. I even tried frogs legs….no gator though. By the way, for anyone interested…squirrel hunting season is in the fall.
Tomorrow we leave for Texas.
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