Down on the Bayou

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Yesterday, CS and I (and Sun) drove to LaPlace to buy andouille for jambalaya Pete and I will be making for Bacchus next week. I could get acceptable andouille a bit closer than LaPlace. But I so enjoy the drive that I wonder if maybe it’s the drive that I go for and not the meat.

I take Airline Highway, and along the way there is a stretch of the road that abuts a swamp. Maybe its the runoff from Lake Pontchartrain. I don’t know, technically, what it is. But it takes me breath away and causes me to slow down and take it in. Here’s what I see:

There was a sole cypress tree (the cypress tree is a part of my very soul) that sat in the middle of the water for which I will have to return to get its picture. I could tell CS was getting antsy with my picture-taking (and by that, I mean the pictures I was having him take).

A short way up that same road is this stunning sight:

Truly magnificent. Then a wee bit further is some livestock (cows and goats). Here’s one of the cows:

And how many other places in America, or even the world, can you see this on the road with you?

Yes, LaPlace is the capital of cajun meats. But it’s scenery doesn’t suck either.

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