#oak allee

[vickyvicarious]

When he reached the end of Rue de Noailles and saw the Alles de Meilhan, he felt his knees give way and nearly fell under the wheel of a carriage. At last he reached the house in which he had lived with his father.

He bought the house for twenty-five thousand francs, which was at least ten thousand more that it was worth; but if it had stood at half a million, Dantes would have bought it for that. The same day, the young couple on the fifth floor were informed by the notary who had drawn up the contract that the new owner was offering them any apartment in the house, at no additional rent, provided they would let him have the two rooms that they then occupied.

-The Stranger

'Ten times, as I told you, he came to fetch old Dantes and take him to his own house; and the day before he died - or was it the day before that? - as I told you already, he left a purse on the mantelpiece which served to pay the old man's debts and the expenses of his funeral; so the old fellow could at least die as he had lived, harming no one. I still have the purse, myself, a large one, in red crochet.'

The abbe smiled. 'In return,' he continued, 'give me that red silk purse which Monsieur Morrel left on old Dantes' mantelpiece, which you told me was still in your possession.' Increasingly astonished, Caderousse went over to a large oak cupboard, opened it and gave the abbe a long purse of faded red silk, bound with two copper rings that had once been gilded. The abbe took it and in exchange gave Caderousse the diamond.

-Caderousse's Story

Go immediately to the Allees de Meilhan, enter the house at number 15, ask the concierge for the key to the room on the fifth floor, go into this room, take the purse knitted in red silk that you will find on the corner of the mantelpiece and take this purse to your father. It is essential that he should have it before eleven o'clock.

Morrel took the purse and shivered, because he vaguely recalled it as something that had once belonged to him. In one side was the bill for two hundred and eighty-seven thousand five hundred francs. The bill was acquitted. In the other side was a diamond the size of a hazelnut, with these words written on a small piece of parchment: 'Julie's dowry'.

-September the Fifth

I didn't really notice this the first time through but it's a delight to catch on a reread. When Dantes saves Morrel from his debts (and thus stops him from committing suicide), he does so in a way deliberately echoing Morrel's own generosity towards his father. He used the same red silk purse, and left it in the exact same place - on the mantelpiece of the room that once belonged to his father.

In doing so, Dantes is now the one who is paying for the other's debts - but instead of a funeral, the second thing he pays for is a wedding. Instead of an ending, he is funding a beginning. It's honestly really sweet.

Of course, Morrel doesn't seem to recognize the gesture, not really. He only vaguely recalls the purse, and the address doesn't appear to ring any bells for him. Maybe that wouldn't have been the case had he been the one to collect the purse, but when it's just told to him, and then immediately overshadowed by the news of the Pharaon's magical return, he understandably doesn't connect the dots. Even if he did, he thinks Edmond is dead and he didn't recognize him when they spoke face to face, so it's not a sure thing he would realize what's going on. I don't think Edmond ever really wanted him to in the first place, but he couldn't resist echoing that significant gesture.

Another thing that strikes me is the time being so close. I think there's a couple of reasons Dantes lets it come down to the wire like this. First, I think it's at least partly a test - he does this a lot (with varying results) and I might talk more about it another time. But Morrel is honorable to the end, so he certainly passes; he never even considers skipping town or trying to evade his debts or anything else. Another reason Dantes takes so long is because he is building a replica Pharaon (using input from the sailors who he met on his first visit to Morrel, and his own memory of it). This obviously had to take some time, and then he had them triumphantly sail it in on the day of the debts. I suspect he also knew that if Morrel's character remained as he remembered, any earlier delivery that wasn't a last minute miracle would have been met with some kind of honorable refusal or suspicion. And he did emphasize the importance of the purse being delivered before eleven in his note, and he did earmark the diamond for Julie's dowry. So he obviously is planning on this happy ending.

But. If the timing didn't work out. If Morrel had killed himself that day, then... well, I can't help but notice another echo. The money in the purse would, after all, "pay [Morrel's] debts and the expenses of his funeral; so [Morrel] could at least die as he had lived, harming no one." Thankfully, it didn't happen like that, but the way things are set up here, even in the worst case situation, Dantes' tribute to Morrel's kindness towards his father would remain intact.

[follyglass]

Follyglass : Mists

We didn’t know how long we had been driving. That’s how being lost goes. As a matter of fact, I couldn’t remember starting the trip, but as I tried to think about it, as the question scratched in my head, you brightened and said “There, the house of the golden mists.”

Indeed, the mists gift us with beauty, but only in fuzzy pieces and delicate watercolor washes: a widow’s walk hovered in cloud, the twinkling shade in the arch of the old forest.

We were walking an allee of wrought oaks that lead us to the house- I didn’t remember getting out of the car- and you insisted we go left ‘”deosil” you said. “It’s how we get to the door”. But I could see the door just up the rise. Somehow your urge felt right as…..

In the cool shadow of the house, there was a lilypond. The gold-spotted frogs, of which there are many, guide our steps across the lily pads so we didn’t fall in and become lilyflowers ourselves. Nobody says this, we just know.

It would be a terrible beautiful fate, we thought.

Our toes did end up getting wet, but you assured me that is part of the plan, as we can only walk under the night dark path of wisteria bought without getting lost. When our feet have been blessed with lily water, the wisteria will kiss blessings upon our heads instead of turning us the wrong way in the night.

Beyond the night dark tunnel, jewelweed pressed against the path, and from there we could see the widow’s walk atop the house. Lord Cardinal paced and scaned the horizon for his love. There wasn’t an ocean for three days’ walk from here, but white snap sails could bee seen skimming the treetops of the surrounding woods.

“Don’t stare” you said as you hurried us along “and don’t look in the windows.”

But I’ve already seen the pale souls pressed against the glass. They wore fine old things. They stared at the black swans on the northern lawn, the black swans that danced among the clover. It seemed a magic dance, a binding by way of quadrille.

We rounded the northern corner of the house, and are at last to the door, you gestured that I should press the button. A flight of butterfly chimes alighted a melody.

From beyond the oaks and greengold field leapt a red deer; the steward of the house. She didn’t seem to be scared of us, of you, or of our dog with clear eyes and paws white as small daisies.

“Have you brought the nasturtium invitation” the deer asked.

I don’t know if we did.

I can’t even remember how we came to the house of golden mists..

…...

Inspired by true events on a summer morning at The Codman Estate

[dangerouslyclosetothesurface]

Saturday

Time to revisit Point Reyes Lighthouse!

Last time I did this ride was 1) by myself 2) on the black bike idefk what ratio 3) with a front brake 4) during a prolific time of riding wherein I rode daily for work because I was shuttling passports to and from consulates downtown for Travel Visa Pro (dat $13/h life. got me fit tho) 5) with no knowledge of what I would encounter (ignorance is bliss) 6) it was foggy and cold the whole time and I fell at least once on a cow gate. More details can be found here, on this very blog.

Today's Strava log

Today, I set off with Nate at 6:40ish in the morning. Same bicycles as last week's adventure. I rode black bike (46x17) and Nate rode mog. This time we did not have to carry bikepacking supplies as we intended it to be a day trip.

Leaving the house / Sunny Sausalito

It was a pretty smooth ride getting over to Marin. It was damp and foggy until we got to Sausalito. Instead of taking the dreadful boardwalk, Nate led us on a parallel way that was less annoying. Thus we got to Camino Alto pretty smoothly. After Camino Alto, we were in Larkspur, where we stopped to get breakfast at Equator. Three pastries and a small coffee.

Continued on Magnolia Ave, then followed the bike route through those towns that I never remember which one is which. As we were going into Ross, Nate had a sealant splattering onto his back and seat tube, which I initially thought was some sort of glitter or Plumbago flowers that he rode through (but it was not). The sealant was able to somewhat seal the puncture and retain tire pressure, and we made it through Ross, San Anselmo, Fairfax, and whatever other towns, up White Hill, through Samuel P. Taylor, up Olema Hill, to Olema, where Nate put a Dynaplug, more sealant, and borrowed a floor pump from the Marin Century (it was happening today! No relation/overlap with us).

Marin Century sign outside of Due West Cafe aka ripoff Cafe

We refilled water in Olema, then set off to lighthouse. The route there started out pretty chill. Sunny, mixed coast live oak forest, pretty flat. Went through Inverness Park and Inverness, then a horrible climb out of Inverness, and then back to chill vibes (flat, plus the weather was literally getting chill because coastal fog).

Halfway up the steep climb out of Inverness / At the top of the climb an encouraging sign making me feel a little closer to my destination

Note the change in weather

We passed the allee of Monterey cypress. Then it became "rolling" hills. Saw a lot of Grindelia and yellow Eschscholzia. Baccharis and Lupinus. Acmispon. One small area of Mimulus (possibly M. guttatus?). Cows. Mostly I was focused on the hills and the fog and going over the cow gates, and the myriad cars that passed us/hesitated to pass (very annoying, but I understand single-lane curving road logic).

Nate sympathy-zigzagging up the hill / Me walking up the hill

The last few miles or so, we encountered a climb that was so steep I had to walk my bike, and Nate and I traded bikes. On the mog, it was doable but I definitely blacked out what happened. I vaguely remember there was a bit of drifting sand (not a problem on these 35+mm tires also there was a narrow unsanded pavement strip to go through), and there was a lot of wind, which literally shook me and I was so scared and was clenching the brakes on the mog with fear. I rode the mog the rest of the way.

Nate on my bike / Finally made it; Nate back on the mog.

Eventually we made it to the lighthouse and then walked to the lighthouse and walked down and back up the allegedly challenging 313 steps. The steps were nothing compared to biking all the damn hills. I can't believe I ever did this ride in 2016. And I did the damn steps.

The fog is unreal. Remind me not to come here in February.

After taking a moment to refill water, eat a shitty croissant we bought in Olema, and eat a Maurtens (yes I know Maurtens has a reputation for being pretentious and/or extra, but they have now saved me twice so I support the hype), we headed back the way we came. Instead of Bear Valley Road, we took Shoreline Hwy to Point Reyes Station to get some food.

Cows observing me suffering

We got to Point Reyes Station after 2pm so no more farmer's market / Free calls to get God's Blessing, and other services.

We sat on a bench and ate a sandwich, havea chips, ritter raisin and hazelnut, beverage, and water. Then continued on. My stupid bibs and saddle were combo attacking my "soft tissue" so we stopped again in Lagunitas at the store, where we got a strawberry lemonade. Then stopped in Fairfax for more water at Splitrock. Then stopped again in Larkspur for more water at Equator. Then finally suffered some more and made it home while I complained and prayed for a swift death the entire time. I guess that's one good thing about me riding solo-- got no one to complain to so I just shut up and bear it. My hands were literally pruny from sweating. Gripping the bars on descents was the other major workout aside from climbing.

Almost home (on the Marin side of the bridge) / Home so tired

Notes on climbs:

I still have trouble getting up Arguello into the Presidio, but I can do it, if I zig-zag my bike and go super slowly.

Camino Alto is longer than I think, but it's not a grind. I just have unnecessary dread. The descent was fine because there was no traffic today.

White Hill aka Sir Francis Drake where the equestrian center is: still hard. It's a grind. A bunch of roadies passed me and I don't care. The descent is still terrifying as well. Veryyyyy long.

Getting out of Samuel P. Taylor and going to Olema: still hard. I feel that it might be shorter, and I like that it's not as winding, but it's a grind. Descending it is also awful.

That last hill that I remember from last time coming out of Inverness is as bad as I remembered. It is the worst of the hills encountered along this ride. Last time I mentioned that I had to walk it. Today I managed to ride the whole way up, and that is a triumph. I did stop at the brief moment where it was flat (before the arrow sign). Everything after the sign was steep AF. I saw cars driving up and I saw them getting more inclined. I had to seriously zig-zag across both lanes while the lanes were empty. Made it, though. Descent was also so long and painful.

Oh ALSO, that "last" hill isn't even the last hill! How on earth did I deceive myself into thinking that there were only 3 major hills on this ride??? I guess I blacked out from the difficulty last time. There was one hill on the way to lighthouse that was kind of a switchback? At the bottom of the hill there was a ranch gate. I don't even remember.

Then there was another hill at the fork of Chimney Rock and Lighthouse (obviously we went towards Lighthouse). I literally had to walk up this. I don't even care. There was no way I was gonna get up there. I went until I lost momentum and had to put my foot down. And then I could not do any more. I tried to get back on the bike and failed. Okay actually THIS hill is the worst one of today. This is where we traded bikes.

On the way back: first two cowgates there was a hill that was so fucking steep I could not believe it. I did it though. I think this or the next one may have been the one where I stopped and ate my hardboiled eggs last time.

Then there was another hill that I remember descending and my legs moving faster than they have ever moved in life LMAO, and I think that was the one where two guys we saw at the lighthouse passed us and said "good job" to me. Bro thank you. I fully accept and need this support.

Literally can't remember any more hills because I blacked them all out. Oh wait the one coming back out of Olema. That's where in 2016 someone asked me if I was ok because I stopped out of fatigue/pain. That one has always sucked. I hate it. Okay, it's actually not THAT bad. Compared to some of the other ones I experienced today.

Then coming out of San Geronimo on the back side of White Hill? Cakewalk. Easy peasy.

Camino Alto was fine going southbound. I counted in Swedish to distract myself. This was a technique I used to use during warmups at the track to distract from suffering.

Alexander Ave/coming out of Sausalito: gunned it the fuck out of that corner where the guy one time told me "your ass is going to get too big if you keep riding fixed gear" and I said "there is no such thing as an ass that is too big", a story which i shouted at the top of my lungs today when I was going up that short distance.

Then I suffered thru all the way to the bridge by talking to myself out loud. I did a lot of that today actually. Gotta stay motivated.

Okay I have no more notes for now and I may upload photos later but I didn't get too many due to being too busy complaining/suffering. I am now going to eat a burrito and nachos from Underdogs because Nate picked up some just now thank you sweet angel.

Edit: I could not sleep cuz I got mildly sunburnt lol. Photos uploaded.

[ryan-smith-photography]

Spring wedding at Wachesaw Plantation with a large bridal party, fun dancing, portraits under the hanging lights and sparkler exit

Spring wedding at Wachesaw Plantation with a large bridal party, fun dancing, portraits under the hanging lights and sparkler exit

[laurinravenscourt]

We 1st heard of the Southern Garden Symposium at a lecture by Dr Neil Odenwald professor emeritus from LSU. He has been the Master of Proceedings over the symposium for years. A couple of years ago we went for the first time but had to rush home because our dog sitter was in an accident (she is fine.) Last October we were able to attend both days and had a grand time. It was the 30th year of the symposium and the theme was The Changing Nature of Gardening.

Every year they gather amazing speakers who are well know authors and gardening experts. This year Rick Darke, Doug Tallamy and Andrea Wulf, were the featured speakers. We started Friday with Nicholas Staddon.  He has worked for Monrovia Nurseries for 27 years as a plant breeder, hybridizer and plant explorer.  He gave a lively and highly visual presentation filled with excellent selection of plants for smaller gardens and containers. It was held in the hall at Our Lady of Mount Carmel Catholic Church Parish, which is near the center of town on a lovely property. Of course I was taken with the lichen  and Spanish moss on the old wrought iron fence.

Nicholas brought many live plants which he raffled off. We came away with a beautiful ‘Lemon-Lime’ Nandina, Nandina domestica ‘Lemon-Lime’ PP24749 . It is now happily planted in our garden.

The plant I lusted for was the ‘Angyo Star’ Fatshedera x Fatshedera lizei ‘Angyo Star’. I love vines and fun leaf shapes that are variegated. I tracked it down online at The Nurseries Caroliniana Inc. and received two very happy health plants. They are now planted on our welded wire arbor.

Several of the talks and social gatherings over a meal are given in nineteenth century historic plantation settings. You learn some of the history of the area while experts share their specific knowledge. The committee that puts on the SGS is amazing. Every thing goes off perfectly and you enjoy southern hospitality at every turn. All the stops are on a map and there are signs to guide you as you look for the next venue.

On the 1st day we had lunch under the giant oaks at Afton Villa Ruins Gardens, 9047 Highway 61. It is a fun place to stroll the gardens and imagine a different time. You can visit with the speakers and fellow gardeners. There is also a book and tool sale set out on the lawn.

After lunch we attended a workshop by naturalist Bill Fontenot on identifying natural habitat components that are crucial to bird life and how to translate those components into human-built landscapes in a way that is both functional and beautiful. This was right down my alley. I love including plants and habitats for birds and pollinators in my garden designs.

 Following the program one of the park rangers gave us a guided tour of the grounds of Oakley Plantation.

We learned the artist and naturalist John James Audubon lived here briefly as a tutor to the plantation owners’ children.

Many of the plantations have beautiful Oak Allées. We learned in the time when the plantations were working farms the areas were open fields. The oaks came later when the children of the plantation inherited wealth and built more elaborate homes.

The highlight of the symposium weekend is the Speakers’ Gala. This year it was at  The Oaks, the private home of  Mr. and Mrs. Edward Daniel III. It was a beautiful evening out on the lawn under the graceful oaks. We enjoyed lovely live jazz in the background and delicious food set up buffet style in the main rooms of the home. I did not take any photos but the last time we went the home we dined at had a beautiful pond. This might give you a sense of how lovely the evening can be on a moonlit night in Louisiana.

The next day started with a fabulous breakfast buffet on the terrace at Hemingbough Cultural Center.  In the lobby you can browse the book sale. Inside the hall were tables set out with tantalizing items for the silent auction. Out on the drive was a big plant sale. I know we bought a few plants. Must help the cause : )  During breaks we toured the Arlin Dease’s gardens.

Photo from her talk in 2016

The 1st speaker was Andrea Wulf giving us insight and details on her newest book “The Invention of Nature: Alexander von Humboldt’s New World
” She is a scholar, thorough  researcher and engaging speaker. Her slides included original drawing done by Von Humboldt. She goes back to original documents and his own writings to explore the history and character of this visionary and naturalist. He is credited with changing the way we understand nature today.  He was one of the amazingly brave plant hunters and adventurers that risked their lives to explore unknown parts of the globe. I highly recommend all her books.

After a refreshing lunch we had a two part lecture. The Changing Nature of Gardening: given by Dr. Doug Tallamy and Rick Darke. They are co-authors of the book The Living Landscape.   Part One
 given by Dr. Dough Tallamy. He talked about the specialized relationships between animals and plants and how they are the norm in nature rather than the exception. He explained why our personal gardens are important to the ecosystems that sustain us and how we can use our residential landscapes to connect the isolated habitat fragments around us. He used his own garden as an example with pictures of how it has evolved over the years.

Part Two
 was given by Rick Darke  He explored concepts and ethics that should change the way we think of “Nature” and how we garden. “In an era when human activity is the primary factor disrupting ecological communities, the notion of Nature as a sentient other capable of restoring essential relationships is no longer helpful.  Gardeners – who practice the art of nurturing life – will be key agents in repairing and sustaining living landscapes.”  -RD

We finished off the day with afternoon tea at Hillcroft, the private home of Mr. and Mrs. Mitchel Brashier,

It is a lovely and lovingly restored home (circa 1905). The same year as our home but much grander. We got to tour the grounds and inside the home downstairs. I would have loved to see the view from the widow’s walk.

They even had a portrait of the home like we do.

This has been a long post. I wanted you to get the feel of this symposium since it is open to the public. It does fill up quickly along with the local hotels. If you are interested you can sign up for email notices. We enjoyed it so much we are going back next year.

P.S. Dear Readers,

I have been out of pocket, as they say in the south, for a long time. I have been spending my blogging time and energy hanging out with my young granddaughter, ever since she was born 8/16/17. She is 17 months old now and enjoying her few days a week at daycare. I will continue to spend at least one day a week with her as long as I can. I will now have more time to blog.

Next up, our weekend in Nacogdoches Texas, attending the Southern Garden History Society program, 300 Years of Plants on the Move in Texas.

Happy Gardening from Laurin and Shawn

      St. Francisville LA, The Southern Garden Symposium We 1st heard of the Southern Garden Symposium at a lecture by Dr Neil Odenwald professor emeritus from LSU.

[thememoriesofaqueen]

In Another Life - Part 6

Masterlist (x)      

A/N: As promised, one more chapter of Elijah trying to find Katherine as well as some flashback scenes. I also think that deep down, Elijah is a very tortured soul. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

   English is not my first language     → I do not own anything of the TVD - Universe and I’m not affiliated or                   associated with the writers etc. This is only a headcanon/fanfiction.

Pairing: Kalijah ( Katherine / Elijah )

TW: death, assault.

Word Count: 4.867

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▬ Somewhere near Atlanta ▬

The motorway signs told Elijah that he'll reach Atlanta in a bit, however, he chose an earlier exit because he needed to check something first. His Porsche followed the country roads quickly, faster than allowed, until he turned in a small allee with impressive oaks lining up the way. Eventually, he had reached a small secluded, yet still easily accessible house.

The energy went off and Elijah left his car. The white gravel crunched underneath his feet as he stilled in his movements and let his gaze wander attentively over the small manor.

Despite the long absence, everything looked impeccable. The gravel was spotless without any tares, the lawn cut short. It was well maintained and Elijah decided that he should give the caretaker a tip for his flawless work. It definitely didn't look like no one has lived in that building for the past few years.

While he was walking to the house, he was watching the ground, searching for bumps and irregularities in the white gravel. However, it was as impeccable as the rest. Technically, that would have been to Elijah's liking but in the current circumstances, it won't give him the kind of reassurance he was searching for. Moreover, it didn't please him at all. Elijah then eyed the front door attentively, searching for any possible change (or damage) -- again without success.

His eyes narrowed a bit as his fingertips glid over the upside of the door frame, knowing that there's a tiny saving in the wall fit for a key. It didn't take him long to palpate and find it but before he opened the front door with it, he slowly guided the key to his nose and inhaled deeply, eyes closed in concentration.

Only metal.

Elijah sighed, snapped his eyes back open again, and opened the door.

Of course, Elijah has his own key for the building, the key that remained here was a spare key. He didn't have to worry about someone unauthorized entering the small manor without permission since the building was spelled. Only a few people knew of this place and were granted access.

One of them was Katerina.

He had hoped that perhaps she would have found refuge here. She knew of the place and the key and she knew that it was currently vacant and would stay vacant for the time being. It was also somewhat reachable from Mystic Falls.

Elijah had hoped he would find signs that she had been here - or rather still be here. That's why he had decided to make this little visit. But there hadn't been any footprints in the gravel nor did the key smell of her.

The inside of the building was exactly like he had left it. Big white sheets covered and protected the furniture and again he noted that his caretaker made a good job as no cobwebs or dust caught his attention.

He wandered slowly through the rooms, his gaze sweeping attentively over every surface, over every detail. But nothing implied that Katerina had been here. He didn't see any evidence of her stay nor was he able to catch a hint of her scent.

When he had finished the tour, Elijah returned to his study and removed the sheets from the chair and his desk so that he could take a seat. His studies, no matter where, were always a place that granted him concentration and allowed him to focus. He closed his eyes to massage his eyeballs and then pinched the back of his nose, his attention focused on maintaining even breathing and not let frustration take over him.

He so had hoped that Katerina had decided to come here, to find shelter in this place. It wasn't the place he had seen in his vision but it would have been logical that she had come here. She would have had a safe place, a roof over her head. Water and electricity were also a given, only food wasn't available in this place.

Elijah leaned back in his chair. A slight groan left his lips as an extremely uneasy feeling swept through his veins, telling him that he was too late, that Katerina was already dead.

The way his muscles started to tense seemed to be a natural reaction these days. His hands clenched into fists and he couldn't deny the desire to punch something to let out his despair and frustration. Why hadn't Katerina come to this house? Why didn't she chose that building as her hiding spot?

Why? So many whys.

His knuckles cracked because of how tight his fists were but then he took in a deep breath and snapped his eyes open before he reached for his phone in the inside of his jacket. There are other options.

"Good Afternoon, George. I need to ask you for a favor...."

xxx

While Elijah waited for the callback, he walked to the window of his study and watched the peaceful surrounding. He tried to relax over the singing of the birds but he did not want to succeed. Instead, the Original was tempted to call Katerina's number again and hope that she would answer the call but he doubted the success of that idea. He had already tried to call her so many times...

Perhaps he's going insane, perhaps Albert Einstein is right with his definition: Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. By that definition, Elijah must be very insane, outright mad by now.

Growing tired of waiting and doing nothing, Elijah eventually helped himself to a glass of hard whiskey - and then another one. Thankfully the minibar was well equipped although the building had been vacant for some years by now. He always made sure all essentials were given at all times, just in case he needed to move in unexpectedly.

The more time passed, the more impatient he grew. His fingertips drummed nervously against the glass, the contact of the glass with his daylight ring giving off an annoying sound he couldn't bear. Nonetheless, he kept going, because he needed to do something. He needed to focus his mind on something -- even if it was that annoying clicking or the fact that it bothered him -- because otherwise he felt like he’d go insane. 

Finally, his phone vibrated in his jacket.

"What have you found out, George?" Elijah asked impatiently without caring for a proper greeting.

"Well, Sir.... nothing. No sign of someone having spent time in your apartment in New York. I also consulted Riley in Richmond but there's also no sign of anyone having been there."

"Are you certain you checked every detail? Electricity and water consumption? Are there any leftovers in the fridge? Have the beds been used? Is the minibar complete?" Elijah asked promptly, his grip tightening around the glass because of the news that weren’t to Elijah’s liking.

"Yes, Sir. We've checked everything. There's no sign that anyone had been here. I'm sorry Sir."

The glass cracked in Elijah's hands, and the sharp edges cut through his skin, his blood mixed with the leftovers whiskey. He felt the pain as the glass shreds pierced through his palm but at the same time, Elijah felt nothing at all. Numbness swept through his vein mixed with a slight hint of anger. That kind of anger that wanted him to punch holes in the walls. He mumbled a quick thanks before he pulled out his handkerchief and absently cleaned his hand, his gaze rigid.

"Where are you hiding, Katerina?" he mumbled to himself.

Katerina also knew of his apartment in New York, another place she could have possibly went to. The brunette probably didn't know of the property in Richmond but since it's Katerina they were speaking of, it wouldn't surprise him if she did. She's an attentive listener, after all.

Perhaps it's delusional of him to assume she would have sought out a safe place if it's related to him. After all, she seemed to think he harbors an ill wish towards her. Nonetheless, her survival instinct is stronger than anything else, even stronger than her pride. She would have been safe there and she would have been undetected. His caretakers came regularly and he's sure Katerina is quick to find out the schedule to make sure she's well hidden if they were there to dust and look after things.

Again, those places weren't the town he had seen in his vision but they still seemed to be more logical than the apparent location of the vision in which he hasn't even seen her.

Elijah absently folded his used handkerchief and, although it was stained, placed it back inside of his jacket. Then, he simply stepped over the glass sheds and spilled whiskey to return to his car.

He'd call his caretaker to clean up the mess he has left.

▬ Somewhere in Alabama ▬

"You're meant to catch me." "But if I catch you, the game will be over."

Running and catching, hiding and seek. Somehow it had always come down to that game between Katerina and Elijah. She was the one who kept running and he was the one who kept searching. She would hide, he would seek.

Five-hundred years later they are still playing that game.

She's hiding and he's seeking. Only this time, he desperately wanted to find her, knowing that their time is slowly but surely running out. If he even has any time left....

But no. She is not dead. Katherine lives. She has to. She just has to...

Elijah rushed over the highways at maximum speed, his sportscar effortlessly changing lanes if it was necessary. Driving kept his mind clear, gave him something to focus which didn't result in an uneasiness that made him sick beyond repair.

And yet he caught his mind wandering off to Katerina again. He recalled 1492, her waving curls in the slight breeze and the incredible endearing expression on her features as she lectured him that he was supposed to catch her. She wasn't aware that he was indeed very capable of catching her if he wanted to. That he could catch her within seconds if necessary. But he enjoyed the game, enjoyed the ease of their interactions. Enjoyed feeling alive. She sparked life in him, something which he thought long lost ever since being turned into a vampire.

Back then, he didn't want to catch her. He wanted to delay the game, wanted to give himself the time to enjoy it just a bit longer. There was something about her view of life that made him feel human again. Innocent, as far as a child growing up under Mikael can be. To some degree, Katerina had granted him the feeling of being alive.

During those games, Elijah let her win. Again and again. And while doing so, he took in her victorious smile and happily confirmed her request to repeat their game sometime soon.

He never intended to catch her despite wanting to. He let her run. He let her escape. And she took the chance until she was gone and nowhere to be found again anymore.

He made a mistake back then. Had made a terrible mistake when Katerina escaped their castle walls in 1492. Admittedly, he had underestimated Trevor's feelings for the doppelgänger that caused him to betray Niklaus and him. His mistake was not only to not see it coming, he had also approached the difficult situation entirely false.

Niklaus held him accountable for Katerina's escape although he had no part in it. Of course, paranoid as his brother is, he didn't believe his words. Niklaus was furious, raging mad -- which was even an understatement. But while the news of Katerina's escape had concerned Elijah, he had hoped that perhaps Niklaus hadn't been looking properly. He assumed (and hoped) that perhaps Katerina was still on the compound.

Niklaus was the one who was officially courting Katerina and yet he neglected her most of the time the closer the next full moon came. What did he really know about her as a person?

Elijah on the other hand had watched Katerina often from afar, many times without her knowledge. He knew that she liked to visit the horses in the stables, sometimes even at the most unholy hours even though she wasn't supposed to leave the building at night. He didn't know the reason why sleep wouldn't find her but when she returned from the stables, she had a smile on her face.  

Strangely enough, horses were something that seemed to connect Niklaus and Katerina. They both shared a fascination for the Arabians Niklaus kept in the stables, some of the firsts ever living in England during that time. A part of him had envied that connection, the possibility his brother had which he didn't have because Elijah always had been aware that she's not supposed to be his. That she can never be his. And yet he took pleasure in knowing that Niklaus would never know Katerina the way he did simply because his brother didn't pay enough attention to her. He knew of her favorite flowers, knew that she liked to watch the sunsets on the hill next to their castle. He knew that Katerina loved the rose gardens and the small maze. He knew of all her favorite places.

But Katerina hadn't been in the stables, in the gardens, or in her quarters. She was nowhere to be found, despite the entire staff looking for her. Until he'd caught her scent which led outside the compound into the woods...

And he had been furious.

He had been furious with Katerina. Because she ran. Because she didn't trust him. Because he was furious with himself. He was furious that Niklaus was right, that feelings had made him weak and foolish - careless even. That he had let Katerina get too close to him. That she managed to do the impossible and hurt him with her actions. That she had managed to stir a feeling inside of him which he had long thought to have lost. He was furious because he wanted to protect her but by running, she made it impossible for him to fulfill his pursuit. He was furious because he hadn't been ready to lose her just yet. He was furious because of Niklaus who declared him a liar and accused him of betrayal. He was furious about the entire situation. He was furious because he knew what was at stake. For him, for Niklaus, for his family. But also for Katerina.

But despite being furious with Katerina, he couldn't imagine a world without her. He couldn't accept her death. Never had and never will.

Part of the reason why a few days after meeting and getting to know her, his witches had created a vial that would have allowed Katerina to survive the sacrifice. He knew, even though he greatly disapproved of the idea of hurting her, that the sacrifice needed to be done. He knew that his brother needed to break the curse placed on him by their mother to grant him peace so he might find happiness someday. He knew that her fate has been sealed the moment Niklaus had laid his eyes on her. He knew that running or hiding her would be useless. However, Elijah hadn't been ready to sacrifice Katerina for that plan.

Without Niklaus' knowledge, he had worked out an entire plan to ensure Katerina's safety. That he would compel her beforehand. That she won't be scared or feel any pain. That she will forget about the traumatizing event. That she'll go on with her life after she wakes up. That she'll forget about them. He had already found a village far away from them with people who could have taken care of her.

He would have let his Katerina go to ensure she lives a life in peace. In a world without monsters. He wanted her to be free and happy.

But she chose to run, sealing her fate.

Elijah still remembers his last thoughts before Niklaus' dagger let him lose consciousness after he lost the fight against his younger brother when he returned home with no doppelgänger.

That next time, if he ever gets the chance to see his Katerina again, he'll protect her. And that, if she ever were to trust him again, although he highly doubted it back then, he won't disappoint her.

In hindsight, he was only halfway successful.

Many people, Katerina included, thought he intended to torture her when he compelled her to stay in the tomb. And while the choice of the setting had served as punishment for running, his main intention was to protect her. He knew she'd be safe in that tomb. And she would have been if she hadn't taken matters into her own hands again.

It was to protect her.

And he also did protect her by leaving her a few months ago.

Leaving her had nothing to do with not loving her anymore. Niklaus obvious ill wishes toward her, however, had made it perfectly clear that she's not safe with him anymore.

He just wished he would have said more.

Explained more.

Katerina had poured her heart out to him and all he was able to do was saying goodbye and leave?

He regretted it.

He regretted having not been strong enough to stay for a few moments longer. Because he knew ... he knew that if he stayed even a second longer, he wouldn't be able to do what has been necessary during that time.

Katerina's speech of wanting to be with him had hit him unexpectedly. Yes, he came to say goodbye, but he hadn't expected that after ending their search for the cure, Katerina would still choose him, still wanted to be with him without getting or wanting anything in return. During that moment he had seen how pure her love for him has been. That she truly loved him. That she chose him.

No one chooses him. Elijah himself wouldn't choose Elijah. But Katerina did. She had chosen him and declared her love for him.

How many people truly loved him? Sometimes he's not even sure if his siblings truly loved him or if it was a mere need to have control over him or rely on his mediation skills to keep their family from breaking apart. And yet he'd go to enormous length to protect those with whom he was related by blood without ever getting anything in return. No, on the contrary, they destroy and threaten everything he holds dear.

Rebekah only attacked with words but Niklaus very well turns words into actions. Something Elijah took seriously. Something that forced him to go away and leave the person that truly loved him behind.

It was a decision he had made for her sake but her declaration of loving him, of wanting to be with him, only had made it harder to let go. Again. It had broken him to know that Katerina wanted him, Elijah, and yet not being able to engage in it.

It had been so difficult, so incredibly difficult, to withdraw from her, to leave. He couldn't ... he couldn't allow himself to process the deep meaning of her words. He couldn't find the strength within him to assure her that he loves her too for he knew that he won't be able to leave if he did.

But he had assumed Katerina would know.

He wasn't aware of how she'd take it. Elijah had assumed she must know what she meant to him. That he intended to come back to her after Niklaus had calmed himself. And he was absolutely certain that that is going to happen.

Katerina had found something which could be compared to a Millennium-Opportunity. A once in a lifetime chance. Something not even he was able to find or give Niklaus.

Elijah would have found his way back to her. Perhaps even sooner than expected if he'd do small steps.

Then why hasn't he told her? Why hasn't he told her that it's no goodbye forever? Why had he assumed she would know? Why ... why ... why?

▬ Somewhere in South Carolina ▬

The warning sound of his car tore him away from his thoughts and only then he realized how tightly he grabbed the wheel. He loosened his grip and exhaled before he took a look at the cockpit.

The tank is running low.

He took the next exit off the highway (he had to leave the highway anyway) and drove through lonely woods until he reached the next gas station.

It was small and pretty run-down and when he opened the door, he almost stepped into a dirty puddle mixed with petrol. Elijah wrinkled his nose but didn't waste any time. It was the first time since hours that he had gotten out of the car and back then it was just to fill up the tank. He'd enjoy the fresh air but the intense smell of petrol stung his nose.

While refueled his car, Elijah let his gaze wander through the feral landscape. It clearly was no visit-worthy area. A likewise run-down motel was attached to the gas station and he wondered what kind of people usually slept there and even wanted to pay money for it.

Once the tank was full again, Elijah approached the checkout, paying attention that he won't step in any of the countless other puddles.

"Good afternoon. I want to pay please," Elijah said casually although he knew his present had caused attention. He could tell by the way the man behind the checkout eyed him as well as the Porsche. Clearly his suit alone coasts many times more than his entire stock although that wasn't hard to tell. Half of the chocolate bars are already expired and he didn't want to watch the donuts any closer either.

The cashier was typing something in and the machine needed an awfully a lot of time to proceed with the action.

"It's rare to see such a car. It's a sportscar, right? Ferrari?" the young cashier started with the small talk which only unnerved Elijah more. He wanted to leave that disgusting location as soon as possible.

"It's a Porsche, actually" Elijah replied absently and took out his wallet from inside his suit jacket before the cashier could tell him how much he owed him.

"Oh, that's probably almost the same. It's rare to see such cars in this area. Most people don't have that much money. $ 86,55 please"

Without batting an eyelash, Elijah took out a hundred dollar note and gave it to the cashier, hoping their one-sided conversation is ended.

"That's all right, keep the change."

He turned around to leave when the men's voice broke the silence.

"Thank you so much, Sir. You won't believe how rare it is to get some kind of tip. You wouldn't believe what kind of people come in here every day...."

Elijah tried to blend out the man's monologue but something caught his attention just before he was about to leave the room.

"... young girls think they'll get anything for free if they bat their eyelashes. She really wanted to tell me she has no money despite the silver bracelet around her wrist she didn't want to trade in..."

Elijah immediately stopped in his tracks and returned to the counter with quick calculated steps.

"That girl you're talking about..." Elijah started, trying to keep his voice even, "what did she look like?"

The older man appeared to be confused by his sudden interest, but after a short moment, he finally started to spill his knowledge.

"Hard to describe. Slim figure, brown hair. She looked like a runaway. Quite beautiful but pretty worn down. But one could tell she used to have money. And I bet that bracelet was worth at least one or two hundred dollars." The man paused his speech and took in a deep breath, anger reddening his cheeks.

"Typically spoiled brat if you ask me; wanted to get me into letting her sleep in my motel without paying a penny. She had like two dollars and bought as many cereal bars as she could get but that won't buy her a ticket to a room."

Elijah's jaw tensed as he reached into the inside of his suit jacket again and pulled out his wallet just to show the man a picture of Katerina.

"Is that the girl you've seen?" he asked almost impatiently, his scrutinizing gaze fixed upon the human.

The man leaned in closer and glanced at the picture before he whistled.

"God damn, she used to look pretty. You know her?"

Elijah narrowed his eyes as he continued to look in the man's face. His eyes mirrored something he didn't approve of.

"Tell me, when did you see her? And what did she do?" Elijah compelled him, not being in the mood for another misplaced remarks. With satisfaction he observed the human's dilating pupils before the words spilled out of his mouth.

"Three weeks, maybe four weeks ago. She came in buying those cereal bars before asking if it's possible to stay for a night because it's already dark outside. She didn't come in a car, must have walked the entire way to here. I told her it's 50 Dollars and she said she doesn't have more money so I offered her a trade. Her bracelet for 90 Dollars. She refused. I told her that there's another way...." he looked down at his crotch and that was the moment Elijah snapped.

His hand rocked forward to grab the cashier's collar, pulling him over the counter. The need to do unspeakable things towards that man, to chop his head off his shoulders was so strong, so incredibly strong. He had to gather every inch of strength he had in his body to not end his unnecessary existence.

"Are you telling me that you have asked her for sexual services? A girl who clearly needed help?" Elijah's voice is a growl, his entire body tensed with anger as he compelled the truth out of the human while trying to hold back.

"Y-Yes. B-but she refused. Please. I didn't touch her. I-I swear. She left the gas station with her cereal bars," the male studdered but it wasn't enough to calm Elijah's anger.

In a flash, Elijah had moved them to the next wall, his hand now grabbed tightly around the throat of the cashier who was pressed against the wall. He was struggling for air but Elijah showed no mercy and kept his firm grip.

"You listen very carefully now. Don't ever dare to touch her or fantasize about her again or I swear your miserable existence is the last thing you need to worry about. Get that girl out of your disgusting mind and don't ever dare to assault a girl in need like that again." his tone was low but deeply threatening, the expression in his eyes deadly as he compelled him, forcing him to comply.

"Next time, you'll be dead" with that he let go of the human whose head already turned blue before Elijah stormed out of the gas station and into his car. Before he really did kill him. That wouldn't be beneficial for his search for Katerina.

And the universe knew that the only reason why he hadn't killed that human for his disgusting behavior has been Katerina. Because Elijah didn't know where she was and didn't want to scare her if rumors of someone's head being chopped off appeared. Katerina had always been a very careful and attentive person but she's also a paranoid woman who tried to detect dangers as early as possible. Such news could scare her and make her run, possibly making the situation even worse.

The anger was still evident in his eyes, even in the way he put in the gear (he almost tore it off).

Worrying about the fact he might come too late appeared to be shallow. So incredible shallow. Especially after learning that Katerina didn't have any money. That she had to beg for food or a place to stay. That she was running for miles alone on a street which was barely used.

There are some things that seemed to be worse than death, especially considering that perhaps Katerina had to sell herself for food and shelter. How long until she had to rely on that? Until someone took not only advantage of her but also of her body?

Elijah is no fool, he's aware that Katerina has always had a very healthy setting and relationship regarding sex. He also knew that she had been very sexually active in the past. However, and that's the turning point, until now, Katerina had always a choice. She did it for fun. She did it because she wanted to do it. Without any outside pressure. Not because she had to suffer hunger or sleep on the streets if she didn't do it.

A loud growl escaped his lips and he lashed out on his steering wheel before he took in a deep breath. He had to find her.

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A/N: I really hope you enjoyed the chapter. The next chapter is going to give more insights of what has happened in 1492 and why Elijah didn’t kill that guy.  Do you have any suggestions? Feel free to let me know but remember to stay kind ♥

[pamwmsn]

Tomotley Plantation in Beaufort County features an allee of oaks. The old rice plantation dates back to 1698.

Sixty miles from Charleston, 17 miles from Beaufort,  and near the Sheldon Church Ruins, Tomotley Barony, a name believed to have derived from the Cherokee Indians, was formed just as rice was beginning to take root as a major cash crop in the new Carolina colony, less than 30 years after Charles Town was settled.

During the Civil War, Union troops burned the plantation, though a manager’s house, hunting lodge, barns and stables survived and are still on site.

[rabbitcruiser]

Trelleborg Municipality, Sweden (No. 2)

In landscaping, an avenue (from the French), alameda (from the Portuguese and Spanish), or allée (from the French), is traditionally a straight path or road with a line of trees or large shrubs running along each side, which is used, as its Latin source venire ("to come") indicates, to emphasize the "coming to," or arrival at a landscape or architectural feature. In most cases, the trees planted in an avenue will be all of the same species or cultivar, so as to give uniform appearance along the full length of the avenue.

The French term allée is used for avenues planted in parks and landscape gardens, as well as boulevards such as the Grande Allée in Quebec City, Canada, and Karl-Marx-Allee in Berlin.

To enhance the approach to mansions or manor houses, avenues were planted along the entrance drive. Sometimes the avenues are in double rows on each side of a road. Trees preferred for avenues were selected for their height and speed of growth, such as poplar, beech, lime, and horse chestnut. In the American antebellum era South, the southern live oak was typically used, because the trees created a beautiful shade canopy.

Sometimes tree avenues were designed to direct the eye toward some distinctive architectural building or feature, such as a chapels, gazebos, or architectural follies.

Source: Wikipedia          

[rsfannan2]

Day Fifteen and Sixteen: Fun with Christine

We met Christine at the Strasbourg train station and went back to our apartment so she could get settled. The two gals spent most of the afternoon reminiscing and catching up. Joyous mostly, yet sorrowful at times, remembering old friends, old teachers, old flames, those that are still here and those that have departed. Friends forever.

We walked around town a bit before having a wonderful dinner in the old town. We turned in early as we were bound for Baden Baden the next day.

Baden Baden is a spa town in Germany at the northern border of The Black Forest on the Oos River. Famous for its spas and the 29 natural natural springs in the area, Baden Baden has been the site of settlements since the times of the Romans. The use of the double name is to distinguish it from other badens (bath towns), particularly Baden near Zurich and Baden near Vienna.

On our train trip there, we were deep in conversation when we missed our connection, so we had to regroup and make some adjustments, but we got there in plenty of time to explore this beautiful city. A short bus from the station took us to the center of the old town, and its combination of old and new buildings set on a jumble of pedestrian only streets. We stopped in the tourist information shop where a delightful guide set us on the right path to see some of the town’s delights.

We embarked on a walk through the Lichentaler Allee Park and Arboretum. This 2.5 km park along the Oos River, is as Christine mentioned, perhaps the loveliest walk we have ever been on. The path was originally created in 1655 as the route from the town market to the monastery. From 1850 to 1870, it was developed in association with the Casino Benézet and the large hotels and spas that lined the river. It is now the home to over 300 species of trees and plants, including azaleas , magnolias, rhododendrons, and dahlias, as well as chestnuts, sequoias (yes, giant sequoias), maple, beech and oak trees. Simply magnificent.

As you well might imagine, the homes, or rather palaces that line the park speak loudly of the decadence of another age. They are private, of course, but there are several public gardens for one to wander through.

Walking past Brenner’s Park Hotel & Spa, a massive edifice facing the river, we were wondering how much one would have to pay to stay there. Rooms start at 595 euros (about $650) a night excluding spa facilities or meals. Less than I expected, to tell the truth, but sure looked nice. Also alongside the park was a tennis academy featuring clay courts. Very cool.

A circuitous route through the park took us back to town where we lunched on a traditional weiner schnitzel and potatoes with wine for the gals and beer for me. Rain gave us a bit of a tease in the outdoor cafe, but had the good sense to abate.

We then boarded a bus to take us to Mount Merkur, where we boarded the Merkurbergbahn funicular on its ride to the top. A wonderful ride and even though the day was a bit dark and cloudy, a grand view of the Black Forest and surrounding town and villages.

It was time to head back to Strasbourg, and we were fortunate that the bus (no trams in Baden Baden, only busses) down the mountain took us all the way to the train station.

America take note. To reduce car traffic and give people a break from the rising price of gas, the German Parliament decided to institute a monthly pass for transportation along regional lines, including busses, trams, and trains. For the months of June, July, and August, Germans can buy a pass for 9 euros (~$9.75) good for unlimited rides on all but high speed trains. Truly a game changer.

And it seems to be working quite well. Both trains back to Strasbourg were crowded with weekend travelers enjoying the holiday. Perhaps we should take a lesson.

(Among my many ideas to cure the ills of society, none of which have taken root, is the proposition that if you want people to use public transportation, MAKE IT FREE!)

What a grand day! (I’d go back to Baden Baden as there is plenty more to see)

More to come….

[wdarling]

Justly renowned oak allee at Wormsloe Historic Site, Isle of Hope, Savannah. Planted in the 1880s or 90s. #savannah #georgia #oldsouth #plantation #allee #allée #trees #liveoak #liveoaks #spanishmoss #vanishingpoint #isleofhope #romantic #historicalplace (at Wormsloe Historic Site)

[oakalley]

On June 28, 1995, Oak Alley's allee’ of Virginia Live Oaks were inducted into the Live Oak Society of the Louisiana Garden Club Federation, and today marks their 20th anniversary of being inducted into this honorary organization. Oak Alley’s allee’ has been admired, used as a navigational tool for river captains, and to a large extent defined what “is” a plantation landscape. However, the Live Oak Society has firm guidelines that no amount of fame can circumvent: To become a member, a Live Oak must have a girth (waistline) of eight feet or greater. Girths over 16 feet are classified as centenarians. Of course, all of the trees that make up the allee’ exceed this by several feet, the largest measuring 25.5’. The Live Oak, noted for its size, beauty and hardiness, derives its name from the fact that it is evergreen, shedding its old leaves only as new ones emerge. Indigenous to the southern coastal regions of the United States, it thrives with little or no care. It has long been considered one of the most beautiful trees in America, with its thick, strong trunks and long limbs that stretch farther sideways than upward. With mature heights reaching up to 75 feet and canopy spreads up to 100 feet it is a broad, massive tree that is often wider than it is tall at maturity. While Spanish moss is often found draped over the branches of mature live oaks, Oak Alley’s trees do not and that today, remains a mystery. (at Oak Alley Plantation)

[kimbo17europe]

It was such a warm evening we went for a walk down Lichtentaler Allee. This is a long promenade (2 km) of English trees (oaks, plane trees etc. ) planted in the 1870s and the trees line both sides of a fast flowing stream.

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Typisch Eiche by Pascal Volk Via Flickr: das Laub lange halten.

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Tram 76 by HariesAutoMoto

[mallory-swanson9]

Österreich / Austria: Mehrerau by CBrug Via Flickr: Die alte Eichenallee des Klosters Mehrerau in Bregenz am Bodensee. The old oak alley of the monastery/abbey Mehrerau in Bregenz at the Lake Constance.

[janesheartus]

Historic Antebellum Evergreen Plantation In Wallace, Louisiana

Evergreen Plantation located in Wallace, Louisiana remains today, as one of the best historic examples of plantation life, as it existed in the early 19th century. The main house was constructed in 1790, with extensive renovations being done in 1832, by owner Pierre C Becnel and architect John Carver, giving the building its current Greek Revival style. It is the 20th stop in the series Off The Beaten Path.

It was declared a National Historic Landmark in 1992, for its affluent architectural legacy. In addition, it had been placed on the U.S. National Register of Historical Places, already in 1991. Evergreen is also included among the first of 26 featured sites, on the Louisiana African American Heritage Trail.

Drawing by the Historic American Buildings Survey

Evergreen Plantation has the country’s highest historic designation, in being granted landmark status for its agricultural acreage, along with Gettysburg and Mount Vernon.

Evergreen is one of the most famous of the River Road Plantations, located in Louisiana on the west bank of the Mississippi River. It is only one of the eight major Greek Revival style plantation homes, still remaining on this famous lane. Its importance as a connection to the past, cannot be underestimated.

Evergreen is one of only a handful of plantations, that more closely resemble, what life was like in the Antebellum period of American history.

In most cases, only the main house of the planter’s family, will have survived the turbulent change, that has descended upon this part of the United States.

Evergreen is unique, in that far more of the entire plantation complex remains. It has become one of the best preserved plantation in both Louisiana and the American South.

Evergreen remains a privately owned, working sugar cane plantation.

A total of 37 contributing buildings still remain. All but 8 of them, were built before the American Civil War, that took place from 1861 to 1865.

One can still visit a double row of 22 slave cabins. These are situated between two avenues of oak trees, known in French as an allee. Nearby are the overseer’s house, a guesthouse, the kitchen, a carriage house, the stables, a privy and a number of barns.

A tourist can also view the even more rare two garconieries, which were places where guest’s of the family, would house younger men or bachelors, upon their visit to the plantation.

An example of a pigeonnier

In addition, there are two pigeonniers. These structures were employed by the upper class French, for housing larger collections of pigeons.

The historical crop for Evergreen Plantation was sugar cane. It continued in full operation until 1930. Along with many other American businesses, the arrival of the Great Depression bankrupted the plantation. It subsequently led to the abandonment of the house.

Although, under the direction of the bank that took ownership, the growing of sugar cane would continue. This partly explains, the ultimate preservation of so much of the plantation.

Uncle Sam Plantation, main house in 1936.

The house itself was extensively restored in the 1940’s. Some 300,000 period bricks, were used in the process, from the nearby demolition of Uncle Sam Plantation, which had occurred in 1940. The latter had also been constructed in the style of Greek Revival, between the years 1829 and 1843.

Uncle Sam Plantation, originally known as Constancia, was another largely intact farming complex. Unfortunately, it all had to be dismantled, along with all the out buildings, to make way for a new river levee.

It was recorded by the Historic American Buildings Survey, prior to its destruction.

According to records, as the demolition was nearing completion, the United States Army Corps of Engineers office in New Orleans, received a telegram from the director of the National Park Service, asking that the order to destroy the site, be delayed.

The postponement was to allow for an investigation, if the site might indeed then be given either National Monument or Historic Site Status. However, the request had arrived too late.

slave cabins

Over the many years, some the most serious changes to the plantation, has been the extensive work done in the slave quarters.

Many original features like doors, shutters and chimneys still remain, but over a century’s worth of repairs and reconstructions, have indeed caused some alterations.

Yet, the fact that the slave homes retain most of their original appearance and double row configuration, through all these decades, is truly amazing.

They remained fully occupied by sugar workers, until 1947.

There is actually, very little real documentation that was kept about the slave quarters.

It is known, that they are truly from the Antebellum period. The 1860 census identifies 103 slaves and 48 dwellings owned by Lezin Becnel and his brother.

The only known historic map of the cabins, is dated back to 1876. It places 22 structures in the same location and configuration.

Visitors may well recognize that parts of Quentin Tarantino’s movie Django Unchained, were filmed at the plantation. Evergreen was part of the movie set in 2012.

Location

Address: Evergreen Plantation 4677 Hwy.18, Edgard, LA 70049

The phone number is (985)-497-3837

Website: evergreenplantation@gmail.com

Admission

Adults will be charged $20.00 USD (United States Dollar).

Tours for children under 18 is $6.00 USD.

Children under 5 are free.

Discounts are offered for students, military and seniors

Groups of 10 or more will need to call for special discounts and times.

Smaller groups and individuals do not need reservations.

Visitors need to join a guided tour, in order to view the plantation.

The walking tour will last one hour and 30 minutes, it will include the main house and the slave quarters.

Further information is accessible at: http://evergreenplantation.org/

Amenities

Includes free parking

Photography

No photography is permitted indoors.

How To Get There

Evergreen Plantation is located off State Highway 18 in Wallace which is between New Orleans and Baton Rouge, the capital of Louisiana.

Driving from New Orleans it is 44.7 miles away via I-10 West and LA-3127N. It will take approximately 57 minutes.

If you are coming from Baton Rouge, it is 49 miles via I-10 East. It will take approximately 55 minutes

Days and Hours of Operations

The main house is open for tours, Monday through Saturday

The times listed are 11:30 am. and 2:00 pm

Gates are open from 10:30 am. to 2:15 pm

Evergreen Plantation is closed for the following holidays

Lundi Gras

Mardi Gras

Easter: 3 days

Independence Day

Labor Day

Thanksgiving 6 days

Christmas 2 days

New Years Eve

New Years Day 2 days

Lodging

Is available in the local nearby communities,as well as, New Orleans and Baton Rouge.

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