“Ah, so you’ve lost your backbone?” a cockeyed stranger late to this travel blog might assume at first peek of Writing Nook #3. “Scared yourself senseless with your last dare? Decided to burrow down into home ground? Poor thing.”
At this point a lesser (*cough*… more ballsy) person would swat said-stranger upside his cockeyed head and scoot his behind to the door. I, being a born and bred Southerner, would return with proper twang and indignation, “You’ve clearly never been to Louisiana, sir.” Then, shaking my head, I’d add judiciously, “Poor thing.”
Although I have spent the majority of my 43 years in the American South, I still don’t know it. No one ever does, I believe. It’s as varied and rich as a patchwork quilt. One square is never like another.
So, Louisiana calls this week. (Small town Louisiana, to be exact… although New Orleans is ever so near.) A stark departure from Greece to be sure, but as they say “there’s no place like home.”
The Camellia House Bed & Breakfast
(Room Choice: Petite Suite)
View: In this case, the view beyond the porch borders on the irrelevant. However, being in the small town’s historic district gives hope there’s something more beyond the railing.
Quirkiness of Place: Odd, this. There is nothing particularly “quirky” about the inn, as far as I can dig up. It is the tiny Petite Suite that called to me. The authorly ghosts of Faulkner, Twain, and Williams would seem at peace here, I think… An odd thought, I suppose. Perhaps that in itself is the inn’s quirkiness?
Environs Exploreability: New Orleans is just a short drive away… but not too short a drive.
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As always, comments are as welcomed as puppy kisses. Bring ‘em on!
Until our next Writing Nook…