Finished the Natchez Parkway which, not suprisingly ended in Natchez, a lovely old town situated high on a cliff overlooking the Mississippi. The road follows an old Indian trail and is a much nicer drive than hurtling down the interstate, hemmed in by lorries. Spent some time wandering around the old town. It`s full of mansions built in the 19th century, all on the profits from the cotton trade. Saw an example of a cotton plant. It`s most bizarre. It looks like someone has gone mad with the cotton balls and stuck them on an old twig. Now in Baton Rouge which is so named as the local Indians used to plant stakes covered in blood.