I love Meyers Landing.
Last night about 10, my phone crashed. Hard. I could not access GPS, couldn’t open any app, couldn’t make phone calls, and couldn’t even reboot.


Finally, after deciding to go to sleep and yet continuing to fiddle with the phone in the dark, I say: “Hey Siri! Restart my phone. She asks: Are you sure?” I am actually NOT sure but 45 minutes of doodling haven’t fixed the phone so I hope she won’t make it worse. I say yes, and the problem is solved. Siri is now my higher power.

Here’s the other reason I didn’t fall right to sleep:


I’ve decided I will sell these as a set of 2 art prints on Etsy.
I had a lot of comfort in knowing that if the phone WAS frapped, the proprietress of the store would have helped me figure it out. Her name is Geralyn Broussard Meyers.

And yes, she and her husband are the Meyerses of Meyers Landing. She had these books on the shop counter, which resulted in me buying one, and asking her, her favorite recipes. Which then resulted in a 45- minute chit chat where, in addition to talking about cooking, I learned she and her husband have owned the Landing for 41 years! Her favorite is the Blue Bayou dessert.
I also had to buy this after reviewing her cook book:


I’m in a happy mood for the drive, since I’m not having to use a paper map and my actual wits, so I pop on more Zydeco. I listen to lots of happy tunes by a group called Beausoleil.
And this guy

In Texas, it was Stevie Ray Vaughan, Guy Clark, John Prine, and Willie. In LA, Zydeco by anyone. My favorite Zydeco tunes:
Two Step Mamou
Johnnie Can’t Dance
Bitch Betta Pay
And after that lineup I laughed uncontrollably when this came on:

Clearly these are the real people. we pass the Green House on the way out of camp:

Read more about it here- it’s one of the oldest French creole houses left in the south. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hebert_House_(Lake_Arthur,_Louisiana)
There’s also a post on Facebook by the southwest Louisiana archaeological society (Hebert House) but I cannot figure how to link it. Need to learn more first.
As I drive east on I-10, it’s MILES of swamp!

And SWAMP!


And lots of words here end in “X”.
Like the Breaux bridge.
And Roux.
And adieux.
And Lascaux. But that last one is a cool cave in France .


