heard the name, leading to some confusion. In fact live oaks are an evergreen
member of the oak family, so they appear to be ‘live’ all year round.
Technicalities aside, it was an impressive sight and a nice contrast to the
modern cathedral.
The last stop on the tour was Acadian Village, a folk museum type
place. We drove to it but decided not to visit for three reasons. First, it
sounded too much like Vermillionville, and second it was late afternoon by
then so any visit would have been very fleeting. Third, we found the tape’s
description of how 'handicapped' and 'retarded' people are given work there
very distasteful. While we listened to the tape we ate our pig's ear, which
turned out to be as disgusting as its name, though we both agreed that the
tape's choice of words to describe the workers at the Acadian village was
worse.
The next day we rose bright and early (well, ok just early) for another tour -
this time a swamp tour that we had booked the day before. Unfortunately we
woke to heavy rain that had an 'I'm here all day' look, also known as the
'mother-in-law' look. So we cancelled the tour and spent the day driving to
Baton Rouge.
Baton Rouge is only 55 miles from Lafayette – a mere Sunday
afternoon drive compared to the last week of travelling - but it took the whole
day to get there, with just three short stops en route. First, and most
importantly, for lunch. Second, at a tailors to get Emma's peep-show jeans
patched. And finally, at a barbers to have my seven-week David Bellamy-alike
beard tamed – facial growth that contained enough creatures to keep both