Tripping to Donaldsonville, LA

I visited Donaldsonville in June and am still dreaming about the white chocolate bread pudding I ate there.
Here is an excerpt from the story:
Going to visit Donaldsonville is a lot like going to visit your grandparents.
It takes effort on your part to motivate and get yourself there, and once you arrive, you might very well look around and wonder why you made the drive. The town’s appearance is tattered and at first glance it’s not immediately obvious what there is to do.
But if you stick around, and if you are willing to listen, you will be drawn in. And when it comes time to leave, you’ll be surprised to find that there is a part of you resisting, a part of you that wants to linger, a part of you that knows there are more stories yet to hear, old stories, stories you didn’t think mattered to your fast-paced, contemporary life, stories you didn’t think had any power to pull you in. But it turns out that they do.
Labels: Louisiana, My Freelancing Life
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