Natchez, Mississippi: Photo Diary

Having absolutely no idea what a Hot Tamale was, we nevertheless headed to Fat Mama's to see what all the fuss was about. It was the cutest, brightest little casual dining spot, specialising in Hot Tamales and 'Knock you Naked Margaritas.' Sadly, Fat Mama had run out of Hot Tamales by the time we arrived, so I am still yet to try one, and still have absolutely no idea what they actually are, but we did stay for lunch. Obviously, I didn't leave without trying one of those margaritas either. Let me tell you, I'm glad I opted for the small one!

Best Margarita of my life.

I took three pairs of sunglasses on holiday with me; I wore only these, from Quay Australia.

Drinking Kentucky bourbon overlooking the Mississippi.

Natchez is a quaint little town on the Mississippi. Founded by the French in 1716, it's old and quaint and beautiful and its history certainly imbues it with charm. It feels almost as though it has been frozen in time.

It is much more compact than most American cities I've been to, and downtown is full of beautiful old Antebellum houses, pink flowering trees (the names of which I clearly do not know) and the odd horse and cart. Pre civil war, it had more millionaires per capita than New York, and was an important trading post for all sorts of produce.

Natchez was also a massive slave trading centre with one of the busiest slave markets in the country, is a part of its history which definitely isn't brought to the fore, but there are a few museums and the visitor centre in particular which explore this darker side of history a little more. Although I will admit I did prickle when told that the Civil War was nothing to do with slavery, but pure economic warfare, and that actually New Yorkers profited more from the slave trade than the entirety of the South.

Chequered history aside, Natchez is a beautiful little town, right on the banks of the Mississippi and we had a lovely time there, recharging the batteries, drinking Kentucky bourbon on our balcony and stuffing our faces with good souther cooking. It was the perfect slice of respite before heading onwards to the raucous wildness of New Orleans...

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