And the glorious Night is approaching--this quaint, old-time night, star-jeweled, fantastically robed; and the blue river is bearing us fleets of white boats thronged with strangers who doubtless are dreaming of lights and music, the tepid, perfumed air of Rex's palace, and the motley route of merry ghosts, droll goblins, and sweet fairies, who will dance the dance of Carnival until blue day puts out at once the trembling tapers of the stars and the lights of the great ball.
~ Lafcadio Hearn
When I first moved to Louisiana seven years ago this place felt like a foreign country to me. My first encounter with a deep cajun accent felt like I was haggling with a merchant in a french market complete with a game charades. Followed closely by my first crawfish boil that could have been a scene straight out of Indiana Jones and the Temple Of Doom. It took me awhile before I become accustomed to the beautiful culture that this state embodies.