But let's not allow all of that to keep us from having a good time, okay?
The entire sim is bathed in bright, fluorescent colors (cue Rilo Kiley's "Under the Blacklight" here) - some may say garish colors, but those are just Yankees talking.
The slower pace lends itself to sitting under the occasional tree and having a brief nap.
The Cafe Croc lives up to its name: the entrance is the mouth to a large purple crocodile. Or alligator. No doubt an expert could tell which it is, but the distinction is fairly unimportant because (a) both can eat you and (b) after several bourbons, even the experts can't tell the difference any longer.
Inside the Cafe Croc is a performance stage that has remained unchanged since the forties.
Even the flowers shimmer at night.
Of course, as this is the bayou, buildings - especially old mansions - tend to be haunted.