U.S.A., Louisiana, Eunice

Tomorrow I go out into the bayou. For this, like all of my adventures, I have a dull hope that I never return.

U.S.A., Louisiana, Eunice

It is raining; it is raining! I love the gentle sound, the fresh smell. I have something which I have always wanted: an upstairs room in a rain-soaked country.

U.S.A., Louisiana, Eunice

I just got back from Ciudad de Mexico. That's a big damn city. The biggest, in fact.

U.S.A., Louisiana, Eunice

Je reste en Louisiane.

U.S.A., Louisiana, Eunice

I see her shoulders, her hips, her legs. Though walking away, obscured by the rain and dimly lit, her femininity is radiant. She fills the night with her beauty. The Liberty Theatre, the brick wall of the Prairie Acadian Cultural Center, City Hall, the parking lot, the giant Baptist church all echo her beauty back into the night as if it were a bell chime. I turn and walk home in the beautiful rain.

U.S.A., Minnesota, New Brighton

I would already be eastbound, but I ran the machine two quarts low on oil and then it felt like it was on three cylinders, so I took it into a shop.

Chicago, Michigan, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Boston, DC, Nashville, Louisiana, Texas, Phoenix, LA. It almost feels like a chore... but this should be the last time I see these people in this hemisphere, and perhaps ever.

And I'd like to meander through Appalachia, Cajun country, West Texas. I'd like to learn French in a bayou in Louisiana. What if I stayed there? Could I?

U.S.A., Louisiana

"Chateau des Cocodries"

"Le Premier Puits de Petrole"

shadow of 1986 Buick Century

"Mad Butcher"