Americas Best Value Inn Hammond
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- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
- Pets allowed
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... restaurant that has been restored from an old slave cabin. There was still the original newspapers lining the uppper walls that the slaves used to block out the wind. Very neat place. I also found a coke machine!
We then went on to the Cajun village and had a divine cafe au lait and some beignets. Even though I was already completely full I ...
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That evening we stayed for the rodeo. Local favorites, including some talented little kids, competed in barrel racing, calf roping and bull riding. Lots of thrills and spills!
It was a chilly night and we headed back to our final night in the campground to snuggle in!
... I crave up north is a good po-boy! I had shrimp and Kerry had oyster. Delicious! We then drove over to Fairview-Riverside State Park on the Tchefuncte River, just a couple of miles above Lake Pontchartrain.
General Andrew Jackson had stayed near here the night before sailing across the Lake, in November 1814, after he passing through the settlement where Jemima and her family lived. In December, the Louisiana Militia ...
... public, including a complete replica of a stage that Britney performed on made by a 30 yr old man, over the course of 6 months which resulted in permanent nerve damage!!! Oh my god!!! As well owning Britney's childhood bedroom furniture and recreating the room for display, the museum also holds some of her awards, childhood toys and the angel wings from her Femme Fatal tour. I suppose you should also know ...
... pretty deep in these parts, I’m still marked somehow as an outsider. As I walk into the grocery store with my dad, I catch eyes with a group of young men headed out, and we hear them over our shoulders: "I don’t think she liveth around here." “Nope.” Was it the way I was dressed? Or carried myself? Or just that the town’s so small they would have seen me before? How did they suss me out so quickly? It’s strange to feel like such an ...