|Grace Church of West Feliciana Parish|
We had saved this trip to St. Francisville until we had the perfect weather conditions, where every historic home glittered in the sunlight and low water levels provided access to the nation's largest cypress tree. Yet no matter how many times we visit this "best of the small towns," we always begin our adventure at Grace Church of West Feliciana Parish. Take two steps into the surrounding, tree-shrouded cemetery and you become immersed in history, walking among elaborately carved headstones honoring those who died nearly 200 years ago. The entire area gives the sense of treading through the pages of a book. Three-year-old, dinosaur hunter Charles must have shared the mystique, spinning me a tale of T-Rex eggs and triceratops bones lying just beneath the surface.
From the cemetery, we strolled around the historic district, making sure to peek in Grandmother's Buttons, before following a motorcycle crew to lunch at Magnolia Cafe. Outside on the screened-in porch, Paul and I filled up on overstuffed sandwiches, while August flirted with our table neighbors and Charles showed us his collection of dinosaur fossils in between mouthfuls of shrimp.
Our plans had included a trip to the garden ruins of Afton Villa, but a quick stop at the local tourist information let us know they didn't open until October 1. Instead, we left with a recommendation to visit Oakley Plantation, where famous naturalist John James Audubon once worked as a tutor while creating 32 of his intricate bird paintings. Charles spent his time here giving the resident peacock an afternoon workout followed by making us a meal of mushrooms and osage oranges in the cooking pot on display outside a slave cabin.
Sufficiently exhausted, the kids slept soundly the whole way home, not even waking as we shouted the obligatory "Geaux Tigers!" while driving back over the LSU lakes.
|National Grand Champion Bald Cypress|