Safely parked in our first Louisiana campground in Breaux Bridge, just off the I-10 highway. The highway had been horrendous because of its undulating surface which was so bad I was forced down to 40 kph and running the flashers! It was unbelievable that an interstate highway was still in this condition, especially in an oil state, but there you go...
The campground facilities were excellent and other than the road noise from the nearby highway, we had little to complain about.
We were lucky to run into a lady walking her dog in a little park beside the river. She took the time to lead us in her car to the Pont Breaux bar and grill. This turned out to be a very drab looking place from the outside, but was a legendary place for Cajun music. Just about everyone you can imagine has either played here or visited. We stayed for lunch and then a few days later returned for supper and to listen to some live music. The place was packed on a week night forcing us to wait at the bar for a table.
Breaux Bridge is on the Bayou Teche, a muddy looking river which slipped along one end of the campground. This lovely house was right beside the town bridge crossing the river. I loved the colours, the flowers, the whole setting of this house!
Meanwhile, the Bayou makes its muddy way through the rest of the town and on to the sea.
We enjoyed the town and found it a great place to explore the surrounding territory for local colour, music and food!
I even met a fellow Quebeçois who thought he might have met me in Kuujjuaq in 1974! Possible, but I didn't recognize him...
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