Strolling along Main Street, which is lined with historical homes, one definitely gets a sense they have stepped back in time. The homes are tucked among hulking oak trees cloaked in Spanish moss that resembled sea creatures rising up from the depths. "The Shadows" is a Classic Revival-Style home with a beautiful garden area that offers scheduled tours to the public. It was built in 1834 for David Weeks, a sugar planter.
A short walk downtown leads you to the Bayou Teche, a 125-mile waterway. Not only is the bayou part of Robicheaux's stomping grounds, but on November 3-5, 1862, fighting occurred here during the American Civil War. Despite weak obstructions placed in the Bayou by General Alfred Mouton, four federal gun boats bearing twenty-seven guns made their way up the Teche. The gunboats fired on the Confederate ship "Cotton", although the ship was not seriously damaged. Today, a charming boardwalk frames the side of the water, backing up to the historical homes.
After a brisk walk on the boardwalk, we headed out to Avery Island, to the Tabasco Sauce Factory and gardens. While there, we sampled vanilla ice cream spiced with hot sauce. I was hesitant to try it because of my scratchy throat and temperamental nose, but boy, I'm glad I did. It was wonderful. Creamy with just a wee bite from the pepper. If we would have had storage for it, we would have bought a couple of gallons.
We visited with some very friendly locals before heading back on the road to New Orleans. The wind was still gusting horribly, and it seemed even colder. I felt like the gods were conspiring against me this trip. Turning on my seat warmer, I settled in for the ride, enjoying the warm sun coming through my window. Allergies be damned, I was headed to Mardi Gras!! Does she make it? Stay tuned . . .