The Lonely Planet guide suggests a trip through Louisiana Cajun Country highlighting a wild and jubilant French-speaking culture punctuated by crawfish boils, all-night jam sessions and dance parties. It calls Lafayette the grooviest town in Cajun Country [...], full of beautiful people, tasty Cajun cuisine, and abundance of live music. Our guide to Texas that we've just bought after realizing that we are about to venture into the largest state in contiguous US completely unprepared, has Port Arthur under Lively Cajun [...] noted for [...] its superlative seafood and its Cajun nightclubs with their fiddle music and rowdy atmosphere.

LeJeune's Bakery

So I imagine little towns full of boulangeries and boucheries selling home made bread and red pepper cured meats. We expect taverns with spicy food and bars with live exotic music. We look forward to practicing our French.

We pass a string of towns: Thibodaux, Gibson, Franklin, Jeanerette, St. Martinville, Breux Bridge; all highly recommended by the guidebooks. They have French street names but none looks like a real town: just hollow shells dotted by antique shops, fancy boutiques and sushi bars. We find no Cajun music, no French inspired culture, no patois spoken anywhere, no ethnic restaurants or food stores. We stop by the only bakery we see: the abandoned looking LeJeune's Bakery in Jeanerette and buy warm French bread. We go out of our way to Scott to the Best Stop supermarket which is literally the only place in this entire trip that we join locals buying Cajun food. Cajun sausage with French bread tastes fantastic and fried boudin balls are - literally - finger licking good. Cracklings is going to be my favorite snack from now on.

Port Arthur

We are puzzled: isn't food practically a religion to Cajun as it is to French? St. Martin Parish website claims it to be. But then where are all those food venues? Where is the promised Cajun nightlife? Lafayette does have clubs and restaurants open but they offer standard American fare both in music and food. Port Arthur on the other hand has no nightlife whatsoever and looks like a ghost town in the making.

Wetlands

The sad reality is that Cajun culture is a myth on life support. There are not enough people willing to continue the traditional ways of their forefathers. Years of denying ethnic identity by state of Louisiana in the first half of 20th century, the oil boom of the 80s that brought influx of outsiders, destruction of wetlands, interest of tourists turning Cajun society into roadside attraction - all these contributed to disintegration of the culture. The only way left to a casual visitor is to experience it enshrined at Wetlands Acadian Cultural Center in Thibodaux which is essentially a museum.

Welcome to the American pot in which every shred of difference and distinction melts away to universal blandness.

We end up sleeping on a plantation. We do not plan this. To tell the truth I am not eager to visit any plantation at all. Of course it's hypocrisy on my part. There is little difference between slavery and peasants' serfdom responsible for grand houses of good old Europe. And Boston's wealth wouldn't grow without trade with slave based economies. But admiring the splendor of the plantation big house is to me something akin to admiring the architecture of a concentration camp commandant quarters.

The houses look like nothing you see in the United Stated. They are colorful, interesting, inviting. They have unexpected angles, shaded terraces, outside staircases. This is modern architecture at its best. Cars roll slowly by and people stop to take pictures. Inhabitants, probably weary of constant attention, put up private property signs.

Bourbon Street swarms with green backpacks. Marked with a cross sign and a slogan we believe. Must be some cult. Yes, Lutheran teenagers are in town for National Youth Gathering - event held in New Orleans every three years and according to the press release bringing 25 thousand people. Looks like more than that from where we are standing.