A place that surprises us in so may ways. We thought Acadian Village was just another tourist attraction, with the additional advantage of being able to stay, with our little RV, hooked to power on “the grounds”. When we pull into where we think we’re supposed to park, we notice quite a few buildings near us that are geared to clients of some social programs, but we can’t read/decipher the signs. We’re the only people here – I have to admit to being concerned for a moment. Is it a safe place – who are the clients? Will they be here tonight, or in the morning? But, forget that – we make sure the campsite will work for level and power, etc. and head right back to Randol’s in Lafayette, because it’s supposed to be a great for Cajun music/dancing/eating. It’s rocking – we eat, and dance one dance. Because, by gosh, we were going to dance down here in Louisiana. But, in reality, we feel like we’re dancing in small-town Wisconsin. Is it the accordian?
The next morning, we hear lots of buses, cars and vans arriving. We walk over to the Acadian Village General Store to get our tickets to tour, and hear that the clients are going to be having a big shindig today. We finally understand that LARC stands for the Louisiana Association for Retarded Citizens, and that this great historical park exists to fund their programs. So, while we start touring historical buildings, all kinds of God’s children come into the park, some in wheelchairs, some with aides, some just helping one another along the paths. They’re having a big barbecue party on the far side of the park, so we hear the pounding music and hear their laughter while we tour the village. And it’s wonderful.