When You told Remy that you'd never been to Louisiana, not even during a spring break or some school field trip long ago, he thought it was a travesty.

Eager to show you his hometown, he took you on the next train to 'New Awlins'; as it sounds in his accent.

So here you sit, falling asleep on his shoulder in a really old-fashioned looking train car.

"C'mon, cher, wake up. I want you wide awake when we pass the bayou."

He nudges you, an easy smile that hasn't disappeared once all day on his face.

You grumble, and he laughs, then kisses you, much to the chagrin of the old couple sitting across from the two of you.

"Maybe we should play a game of cards, petit. Keep you from closin' those pretty eyes. How does rummy sound? Blackjack?"