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joubert
I cannot even think about this abandoned place without hearing “It’s you, Joubert!” in the style of style of Jean Valjean getting shouty with Javert in Les Misérables.
And, you’re welcome for putting that music in YOUR head: just another free service I provide.
St. Landry Parish, Louisiana
photographed 10.22.2017
no loitering, but anyway, here’s a chair
They could NOT be more serious: no loitering is permitted. None. Not at all. Never. Don’t even THINK about it.
But, oh, here’s a chair, just in case…
Grand Coteau, Louisiana
photographed 10.22.2017
right
Low, dark, serious clouds outside gave the inside of this church a particular glow that I liked very much.
St. Charles Borromeo was known for revolutionizing Catholic education, including the establishment of what became Sunday School. Additionally, he’s the patron saint of obesity, dieting, and stomach ailments. (That might come in handy if you encounter some boudin noir, which I mentioned a couple of days ago.)
St. Charles Borromeo Church
Grand Coteau, Louisiana
photographed 10.22.2017
made fresh
When I moved to Louisiana (all the way back in the last century), I was unprepared to confront the variety of foods that I’d never seen in Texas. Like whole, boiled crawfish (I’m supposed to do WHAT to the heads?!), or king cake (I’m supposed to do WHAT with the baby?), or beignets (I DID know what to do with those, which was to eat them as soon as possible, and wash ’em down with a cup of café au lait.)
Which brings me to boudin, the famous sausage made from cooked pork (often including liver), rice, onions, peppers, and seasonings, traditionally stuffed into a pork casing. It has a soft, pudding-y texture and you can get it just about anywhere. If you encounter “boudin noir” that means blood sausage so proceed accordingly.
Chataignier, Louisiana
photographed 10.22.2017
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