We enjoyed another great Southern breakfast, Jim read his modern Hebrew with good vision, we packed up and left Vicksburg, stopping again for another look at the barges on the river before we headed south on US61.
We didn't stop in Port Gibson but did note the Presbyterian Church with the golden hand pointing up to heaven--one couldn't miss it!
We traveled down the Natchez Trace Parkway from Port Gibson almost to Natchez stopping to see Mt. Locust Inn, the only inn remaining along that early route, and then Emerald Mound, the large 8 acre earthworks used by the Indians for ceremonies as far back as the 1400s.
In Natchez we walked along the river--a rare situation where the city went right up to the edge of the river itself. We walked to Natchez Under-the-Hill, a place of much sordidness 150 years ago, but now restored; however, it is still home to several bars and one noisy casino and not much else. We stopped briefly at Stanton Hall, a lovely home dating from the 1850s, and enjoyed the grounds.
Our next stop was St. Francisville where we were able to get right up to the river only after wandering down some country roads. I could have put my foot or hand in it, but it looked filthy.
The last stop on our road trip for the day was Rosedown Plantation where we toured the grounds, especially enjoying the enormous live oaks covered with spanish moss.
Our home for the night was the Stockade Bed and Breakfast in Baton Rouge, a rather elegant dwelling with six rooms open for guests. We ate across the street at Sammy's Bar and Grill where I ordered Acadian Catfish and enjoyed it as an eating adventure. I came close to finishing it!
We tried to drive down to the river to see the sunset but all we could see were levees. We are learning that a road trip along the river means that sightings are rare. If we wanted to stay in a place with a river view, we should have stayed in a casino hotel.