Lots of interesting sights along the way, from rural decay to lovely plantation homes. Let's go.
Luling Bridge, where I crossed the river.
First large house I saw – I missed the name of it.
Neat little grocery store, apparently closed, in Hahnville.
Further down the road...
The pictures don't really do this justice – this little cemetery is completely surrounded by a Dow Chemical plant. I bet that wasn't in the cemetery brochure.
After passing a nuclear power plant (decided it wasn't a good idea to stop and take pictures)...
When it was in business, it appears that the Edgard Center had everything you needed...
Across the street was Duck's Ice.
St. John the Baptist Catholic Church and cemetery, which dates to the 18th century, apparently.
These two storefronts are neighbors and looked nice.
Further down the road...
Evergreen Plantation.
The Veterans Memorial Bridge in the distance.
The incomparable Oak Alley Plantation.
Getting toward the end...
This is marked as the “site of the first Acadian settlers.” As you probably know, the term “cajun” comes from the word “Acadian.”
And our tour today ironically ends in the town of Welcome, Louisiana.
The first plantation is Home Place Plantation, and the Holy Rosary cemetery was actually there long, long before the plants, obviously. It's where the church was located before it moved downriver.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Renee, and thanks for stopping by! I was looking at satellite imagery on Google maps, and noticed that there is another cemetery (Green Hill Cemetery) also located within the confines of the Dow plant. I didn't see it when I drove by because it appears to be "deeper" within the plant grounds. Very interesting.
ReplyDeleteNice to see your blog. Another item of interest, the area of the chemical plants you featured once was the home of the world's largest live oak tree, It sprouted in 1657, and was "The President" of the LA Live Oak Society. It was in the front yard of the manager of a dairy at that site, and was absolutely stunning. It was killed by emissions from area chemical plants and exists now only in memories. Look for mentions of the Locke-Breaux Oak for photos. My mother spent her childhood under the spreading arms of that great tree.
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