Travels in a Tin Can

we got there and the place was nearly closed. It was not proving to be a
particularly productive day.
The next thing on the Lazy River was the chapel of Madonna. We did
drive past this, and Emma even glimpsed it, however I was too busy reading
the sign next to it that said something like 'smallest chapel in the US' so I
missed it. There is something quite ironic and humorous about missing a
small building because you are busy reading the sign that says how small it is.
However, I did not laugh at the time. After this near sighting we abandoned
the River Road that we had spent so long finding. It was raining, it was dark,
and Baton Rouge was still some distance away.... now we just had to find a
main road again.
We finally reached 'the red stick' (Baton Rouge translated, in case you
do not know French.... should not have bothered should I?). We even found
an RV park quite quickly - Cajun Country Campground. This was a very
cheap, very empty site, with restrooms that had a ‘jailhouse’ feel. What scared
me most was not that they felt like a prison block, but that we both identified
them as having this character. How would we know? What other secrets have
we been concealing from each other? And how much further would we have
to drive through monotonous scenery before these secrets came out?
After setting up camp we made a very dubious decision, considering
our day being lost in Louisiana. We elected to drive into Baton Rouge itself
with no map and look for a diner recommended in Lonely Planet. Several
hours later....
We returned to the campsite not only having found the restaurant, but
also having found somewhere to send emails from, and a petrol station - and