We stopped this morning at the Louisiana visitors center way out west in Lake Charles. "How about Cajun with shrimp on every corner?" The little southern lady asked. "Yum" said Chuck… "Shrimp". Somehow NCIS New Orleans and beignets came up and we were on the road headed for an Inn that Chuck found 6 years ago called… Elysian Fields Inn. New Orleans called us away from a southern route that would have taken us into Cajun country… And it is history. We are sitting on an upper porch listening to the mournful sound of a train whistle, a calliope (which was the name of one of the muses and means "voice"), and looking at Orange tree tops, sipping wine. Later we will search for Rooster who played the horn downtown the last time we were here. Our party town! God bless you!
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