So, let's see, where were we? In my last post I had just crossed the Mississippi River by ferry and found myself in the beautiful town of St. Francisville, LA. My first stop was at the welcome center run by West Feliciana Historic Society. I spent a few minutes walking through the on-site museum and asking directions to the nearest place to find a good lunch. I was directed to a little diner named 'Eight Sisters' where I enjoyed some delicious 'soul food' prepared and served by a couple of the 8 sisters who own and run it. While eating I looked over the little phampelet I had picked up and decided that due to my time constraints I would have to settle for a walk through the grounds of Grace Episcopal Church and save the many mansions and plantation homes for another day.
St. Francisville is the second oldest incorporated town in Louisiana and began as a burial grounds for the Spanish Capuchin Monks who had established a church in the 1730's on the other side of the Mississippi River in Pointe Coupee Parish. Because flooding in the area often made burial impossible they began carrying their dead across the river to the dry highland bluffs for burial. Soon a settlement sprung up around their graveyard and was appropriately named for their order's gentle patron, St. Francis...and so the town of St. Francisville was established. It was futher dignified by charter and 'plot plan' around 1807.
I hope to one day return to St. Francisville to tour some of the beautiful, historic and often haunted manions and plantations located in the town and surrounding countryside.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
With my limited time in mind I chose to do a quick driving tour through the town of New Roads and move on to St. Francisville in hopes of touring one of the many plantation homes located there. As I drove through town I snapped a few photos of a couple of the beautiful homes located there (photo on left and below), and a couple of an enchanting courtyard in the business district (above and below).
From downtown I drove north to find the ferry crossing. I arrived just as the ferry was pulling away. My first thought was that I had missed it and would have to back-track to find another way to cross, but my fears were soon put to rest as others began to arrive and form a line waiting for the next ferry. I used my 30 minutes to snap a few photos of the river and surrounding area...
And then I was off on my ferry ride across the mighty Mississippi River and on to the enchanting town of St. Francisville Louisianna....
After dis-embarking from the ferry I continued on my jouney, making my way to the charming, historical town of St. Francisville where my first stop was for tourist information from The Museum of the West Feliciana Historical Society. And that is a story for another day.