Goodbye Natchez

Not before breakfast in the eponymous coffee shop. We then walked the entire length of Franklin St to buy some beers only to discover that liquor stores only sell spirits and wines. Nothing for it but to buy a bourbon.
Out we rolled across Louisiana on some pretty small roads, sometimes past miles of fields of sugar cane, and sometimes driving through nothing but seemingly endless native forests.
Eventually we came to Lafayette. Our first stop was at the Acadia Cultural Centre - the Cajun folks (French) having arrived here thanks to our enlightened policies way back when, of kicking them out of Nova Scotia.
To the hotel in the downtown where we trotted out to pick up some provisions and quaff a hugely necessary beer (the heat has returned) before settling awhile at the pool in the concrete yard. Out later for ridiculously huge platefuls of fajitas before going to the Hideaway on Lee to see Deano & Jo. Yes indeed, that’s Dean Schlabowske from the Waco Brothers and Jo Stanli Walston from the Meat Purveyors. Seriously, playing right here in Lafayette. That’s how I like my thrash alt bluegrass all right.