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French Lick Resort's Blog Has a New Home!

on September 15, 2023

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West Baden's Latest Preservation Success Story: The First Baptist Church

on December 08, 2021

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A First Taste of This Year's Gingerbread House

on November 12, 2021

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More New Snapshots from the Resort's Past

on November 04, 2021

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Lauren Jones: Full Circle to "My Home Away From Home" at French Lick Resort

on October 08, 2021

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Some New (Old) Photos Uncovered from the Resort's Past

on September 23, 2021

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Tackling the Capone Legend: Did He Really Hide Out at French Lick/West Baden?

Al Capone gambled at the casinos in French Lick and West Baden, and used underground tunnels to move around undetected. Al Capone was part of a shootout at West Baden Springs Hotel that left bullet holes in the side of the building. Al Capone had a “French Lick girlfriend” whom he’d always see when he was here. Al Capone got married in a barn a few miles outside French Lick, and he also owned a whiskey still out there for bootlegging. Folks from this area grew up hearing the stories from their parents and grandparents. Maybe you’ve even heard the tales during your visit to one of our hotels. There’s so many anecdotes about Al Capone using this area as a hideout spot that it has to be true. Or is it? Nobody has 100 percent, smoking-gun proof to solve the Capone riddle either way. But that just feeds even more into the juicy intrigue of this history mystery. So we’re dedicating a series of blogs in the next few weeks to try and shed some light on the debate: D

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Some good news: The main entrance to West Baden Springs Hotel reopened today, following a construction project to make bridge upgrades on the brick road that leads to the hotel. That means you’re now free to enter under the double-arch entranceway that reads “West Baden Springs • Carlsbad of America.” You might have seen that before and wondered. Carlsbad of America. Where did that come from? Here’s the backstory behind it. “Carlsbad of America” appeared at West Baden when the famed arches were built in 1914, and the phrase alludes to the European spa tradition. The original Carlsbad is actually a spa town in the Czech Republic called Karlovy Vary, which was founded in the 1300s by Holy Roman Emperor Charles IV. During an expedition, Charles IV discovered thermal springs that he believed possessed healing properties, and he founded a spa there. The location was named “Carlsbad” in German, aka “Charles’ Bath.” In the early 1900s, the name Carlsbad evoked a sen

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