Oh, dey pass a good time, yeah.
When I left the Grand Rapids airport, I was dressed in a leather jacket, wool pants and an Indiana Jones hat which was fitting and appropriate for the 30° western Michgan temperatures. A few hours later, landing in Lafayette, Louisiana, it was evident that I was way overdressed in more ways than one.
With no particular plans, Darlene mentioned a festival in Girard Park, near the University of Louisiana at Lafayette. "We're here, so we may as well go", was the agreement.
Lafayette isn't shy about having some kind of festival, party or fais do-do, so here we are with the Festivals Acadiens et Créoles featuring 50 Cajun and Zydeco bands.
The music was loud and plentiful which released the inhibitions of many, not that it took much encouragement as evidenced by the late morning crowd. I'm sure it would become more "interesting" later in the day or early evening when the Budweiser and Abita beer took control.
Aside from the bands, we found rows of tents selling local artwork, trinkets and displays of handmade musical instruments. No self respecting south Louisiana festival would be complete without the food tents. Darlene and I feasted on boudin and cracklings, passing up the jambalaya, barbeque, poboys, fried alligator, funnel cakes and beignets.
After a couple of hours, we enjoyed about as much of the heat and humidity as we could stand in a pair of wool pants, so we made our way back home and left the party life to the creoles, cajuns and those who aspired to be.
It's vacation time for me next week, with no particular plans in mind but just cooling my jets and trying to get business off my mind.
With no particular plans, Darlene mentioned a festival in Girard Park, near the University of Louisiana at Lafayette. "We're here, so we may as well go", was the agreement.
Lafayette isn't shy about having some kind of festival, party or fais do-do, so here we are with the Festivals Acadiens et Créoles featuring 50 Cajun and Zydeco bands.
The music was loud and plentiful which released the inhibitions of many, not that it took much encouragement as evidenced by the late morning crowd. I'm sure it would become more "interesting" later in the day or early evening when the Budweiser and Abita beer took control.
Aside from the bands, we found rows of tents selling local artwork, trinkets and displays of handmade musical instruments. No self respecting south Louisiana festival would be complete without the food tents. Darlene and I feasted on boudin and cracklings, passing up the jambalaya, barbeque, poboys, fried alligator, funnel cakes and beignets.
After a couple of hours, we enjoyed about as much of the heat and humidity as we could stand in a pair of wool pants, so we made our way back home and left the party life to the creoles, cajuns and those who aspired to be.
It's vacation time for me next week, with no particular plans in mind but just cooling my jets and trying to get business off my mind.