I have been traveling the past month. I attended a museum board retreat at Hemingbough in St. Francisville. It had been a long time since I had been there. I always see the ads in COUNTRY ROADS magazine for all the cute shops.
We arrived late in the day at Hemingbough. That place can really get scary at night. We stayed at the guest house. There isn’t any plantation house on this site. All of the structures are newly constructed. The grounds are beautiful during the day. We ate at a local restaurant.
I was not really impressed with St. Francisville. I guess I expected more. All the shops and the few restaurants are really spread out. My point is we really take for granted that you can walk to so many restaurants and shops on Railroad Avenue. We truly have a unique shopping and dining experience located in our Historic District. We need to continue to get the word out.
Kevin Kelly stated at the ASHA Banquet we need more shops. Now I agree with him. Having shops and restaurants centrally located is an asset to draw in the tourist dollars.
I also visited Key West for their annual Fantasy Fest 2006. I can honestly say I thought I had seen everything. I am a veteran of Mardi Gras. This was something else.
Key West is very liberal in its lifestyles. Many of the residents have re-located there to escape the cold winters up north. Very few residents are actually from the Keys. The natives are known as Conchs.
We arrived Wednesday afternoon. This was my dog Keno’s third trip to Key West but his first airline flight. Much to Peter’s dismay, Keno handled to flight just fine. No need to leave him at home ever again providing our stay is “pet friendly.”
Different restaurants and bars hosted theme parties. The proceeds for these parties fund different charities. Wednesday night was the Red Party at Fogharty’s on Duval Street. Everyone, including the staff, was wearing red. The costumes were mainly small pieces of red fabric and a few red feathers. Some merely had red body paint.
Thursday night was a toga party at Sloppey Joes. There were togas of all shapes and sizes on Duval Street, some with little left to the imagination.
Friday was the walking parade. This parade passed right in front of the bed and breakfast we stayed at. Our place handed out free beer to the participants so we got to get an up close view of the parade-goers. These parade-goers consisted of people from all over the United States. It was truly the politest bunch of half-naked people I have every met. They all said “please and thank you”.
Saturday is the big day of Fantasy Fest. It did rain for most of the day. The people with the body paint had to seek shelter or invest in large umbrellas. Body paint is used as a costume for Fantasy Fest. And it doesn’t take a beautiful body if you know what I mean. It is amazing the people who are walking around with watermelons painted on their chests. Some had their entire bodies done. Most of these were attractive young women who always seem to have an older gentleman with a big wallet at her side.
Over 60,000 people flock to this tiny island for the parade held on Saturday night. The sponsor for this year’s festival was Captain Morgan of the Captain Morgan Rum. His float was pulled by a Ford Expedition with Blain Kern Designs, New Orleans, Louisiana on it.
There were over 60 floats and walking troops in this parade. I think everyone that lives on the island must participate. Some floats bellowed confetti into the crowd; others had bubbles. Live music is big in Key West. Other floats had live bands on them. Clothing was optional for some.
And of course there were beads. People everywhere hustle for these cheap plastic trinkets. What mystical power do these beads have that will make people expose themselves? Don’t forget this crowd is a lot “more mature” than the average age crowd you find in the French Quarter for Mardi Gras. The sights are not always pretty.
The island returns to Key West “normal” on Sunday. Just about everyone has clothes on by then. We took a taxi to the marina to an all-the-lobster-you-can-eat restaurant. The taxi driver wanted to know where in Louisiana we were from. I told him a small town between Baton Rouge and New Orleans. He persisted in knowing the name. I told him Donaldsonville. He turned to look at us and said my father is a Daigle from Napoleonville. I told him my dog, which was on my lap in the taxi at the time, was from Plattenville.
Now I know you are all wondering if I let the merriment take over me and experienced the body painting. I did give some thought to having a Fleur de Lies painted on my chest with “rebuild New Orleans” on my new belly. In today’s times with digital cameras on cell phones I was too afraid I would end up on the internet. I remained sober and fully clothed.