St. Francisville
A storybook river town just up Highway 61 — Spanish moss, magnolias, antebellum inns, and the only real hills for miles. Two nights. Just the two of us.
My Abby — for months you've carried all of us. The kids, the grading, every early morning and every late night, always for everyone else.
So I planned a weekend where the only thing on your schedule is being taken care of. Robyn and Chris have Austin, Lillian, Anna, and Jet. I have everything else.
No alarms. No essays to grade. No diapers. Just you, me, and forty-eight hours.
— Love, Phil
At a glance
Three perfect days
Tap any stop to peek at the menu, the trail, or the place itself.
Our (very romantic) rendezvous
Meet me in the CIS Zachary parking lot the moment I'm out of clinic — I'll be the one speed-walking to the car. The least glamorous launch pad for a getaway in recorded history, and precisely where ours begins.
Northbound
We point the car up Highway 61 and slip through the bluffs as the afternoon light turns gold.
Arrive at the inn
Champagne on arrival, a room dressed for the occasion, a courtyard pool, and not a single thing on the to-do list.
Dinner at The Saint
The inn's candlelit restaurant — Gulf seafood, the only craft cocktail bar in town, and a quiet table for two.
Slow breakfast
Coffee in the courtyard, nowhere to be.
Picnic from Basel's
We swing by Basel's Market up the street and pick out sandwiches and treats to carry into the hills.
Clark Creek waterfalls
A ~45-min drive to Clark Creek and its hidden falls — picnic in the pack, fall color, ravines, birdsong. We'll take the gentler path down to the water.
A massage, just for you
Your birthday treatment at the inn's spa. This hour is entirely yours — I'll be by the pool.
Birthday dinner at 1796
The big one. Wood-fired hearth dining inside the historic Myrtles plantation — candlelight, oak smoke, and you.
One more slow breakfast
No rush. The morning is ours until eleven.
Brunch at The Francis
Southern brunch on the way out of town — a soft landing before real life resumes.
Home to our littles
Rested, spoiled, and hopefully a little reluctant to leave.
Happy birthday,
my love.
I'll handle the rest.