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In the never-ending drive toward cultural ubiquity–with a coffee franchise on every corner and a numbing sameness to our built environment–places such as Natchitoches, Louisiana are rare. A transportation hub of what until the mid-19th century was the American Southwest, it is a reminder of what traveling around the nation once meant: distinctive cuisine, traditions, accents, and landscapes freighted with their own cultural history.