The Mississippi River at Baton Rouge.
Arriving in Baton Rouge late Wednesday morning, I heard a wealth of ‘yes ma’am’s at the airport. And I knew I was in the South.
I also felt the humidity in the air.
The hotel has given me a ground-floor suite. My patio windows look out on palm trees.
I like palm trees.
But the rain falls in copious amounts, and the bayous are running high already today.
Tex-Mex tastes the same down here. And the lunch menu at the Mexican restaurant, as everywhere, includes a “Speedy Gonzalez” special of a beef taco, a beef enchilada, and beans or rice.
Baton Rouge is FLAT!!!
The college-age server did not blink today when I ordered unsweetened iced tea at lunch.
Dinner at Galatoire’s Bistro this evening was a yum-fest. The grits, whipped with roasted garlic and heavy cream, were the best dinner grits I’ve ever had — and I make a pretty mean cheese grits.
My afternoon was spent in situ working on a grant application, which is now complete and ready to submit in time, thanks be to God.
And at 8.41 p.m., the Astros leading 5-0, the rain is still falling in Baton Rouge.
Thursday = New Orleans, city of my birth.