The Myrtles in St. Francisville isn't so spectacular as some of the surrounding mansions - it's low and darkish, attractive in its way, but it was my favorite of all the antebellum houses: perhaps it was the history of murder and intrigue that made it seem more
interesting to me than all the others. The most famous of several murders: Seems that at one time the owner of the place had an affair with a beautiful slave girl, who of course got uppity ... she was caught eavesdropping on family business, of course, and the owner,
of course, had her ear cut off and banished her to the kitchens, where of course she nursed her grievance until one day, of course, she baked the family a cake laced with oleander juice. Heh heh heh. I couldn't play hooky forever, so we went back to Baton Rouge to
hear a concert of new music by the Louisiana Sinfonietta. Didn't like any of the stuff - certainly not anything by anyone I'd like to commission a work from - and we left at intermission, as it was a very long concert, and things seemed only to be getting worse as it
went on. Some good performers, though: an excellent pianist, a fine saxophone player, and a good cellist. HAD to get something to eat, so we stopped by Mr Gatti's, one of the places open late. They serve a $6 pizza buffet (a buck off for students with ID); we just
split a pie 3 ways; and a few beers at a buck a pop made me forget the music in short order.