Day 60

The Jefferson Davis Presidential Library in Biloxi. You’ll remember Jefferson Davis, I’m sure, from Day 53. “Jefferson F. Davis (June 3, 1808 – December 6, 1889) was an American politician who served as the first and only president of the Confederate States of America from 1861 to 1865.”

Below his death mask, and the Confederate Battle Flag.

He lived in the house on the Beauvoir Estate.

…and the gift shop. Erm.

We pulled over for a rest and Suzanne (sorry, if my memory failed me) gave us useful information for Mobile (and also a nice couple of Alabama pins.)

Of course we had to go to Florida for the full set, but had no great wish to go so we just popped over the state line. I think we got the everything Florida has to offer with this couple of nice yellow shopping carts.

GPS evidence that we (just) went into Florida.

Day 59

Coffee at a plantation called The Myrtles. I’d wanted to find some of the live oak trees covered in Spanish moss, and there they were. The building was supposed to be haunted, and they had photos of “unexplained” things.

“Spanish moss” drapes the sprawling live oak trees of Savannah, Georgia, giving the historic city a hauntingly beautiful aesthetic. Yet, it actually isn't a type of moss at all! Spanish moss is actually a type of epiphyte, which means it grows on the surface of other plants but does not take nutrients from them.” — savannahproper.com

The Myrtles Plantation is a historic home and former antebellum plantation in St. Francisville, Louisiana, United States built in 1796 by General David Bradford. — Wikipedia

South to Baton Rouge, the capital of Louisiana. We thought we’d headed to an art gallery, but it was a public space full of street art. We climbed through the broken door panel to get inside.

Our hotel for the evening was by the sea. The next time we’ll see the sea (I think) will be Maine.

A dicey crossing across a dual-carriageway and a beach at sunset.