Baton Rogue the "little red baton" of a city (we originally thought some lewd Frenchman was responsible for the naming ala "the Tetons") ended up having downtown parking issues which shrunk our itinerary. We did make it to the Acadian Cultural Center and were glad we did. We learned about the original inhabitants of Nova Scotia, at one time called Acadie, and their devastating persecution. After being deported from their homeland many landed on the shores of Louisiana with no knowledge of the land or how to survive. That the early Cajuns (an Americanized pronunciation of Acadie) were able to not only survive but thrive on the swamp land is amazing.
In continuation of our cultural experience we headed for a catfish buffet, because when unsure about whether you will like something, why not experiment with gusto. (It increases the likelihood of vomiting) Breaded catfish with tons of fries (a trick from the kitchen to try to slow down Isaiah's catfish intake. It didn't work) This was probably not quite the same as a true Acadian feast, but that is not to say that Isaiah did not enjoy an impressive amount of catfish and I an impressive amount of fries.
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