Cafe des Amis

At 7:00 the next morning we were up, dressed, and ready to party! Well, at least I was. We were appropriately beaded for a Mardi Gras day before taking off for downtown B.B. One has to be in line early so when the Cafe des Amis opens at 7:30, you are able to be seated in the first seating for breakfast. The zydeco band starts playing at 8:30; that is when the dancing starts. Plenty of time to have a mimosa and a Bloody Mary before that. The trick is to eat slowly. First order a plate of fried doughnuts (the French name escapes my spelling skills), linger over those, and then order breakfast but hope that it is slow coming, because once you have eaten you have to give up your table to people who are waiting in line on the street. When you walk in the cafe, you know you are in a good place because the bar is "decorated" with religious pictures that make you feel downright holy for being there. The band starts playing and it doesn't stop for three hours. Some people are regulars, including two black guys and Lena's 87 year old brother Floyd. They dance with every unattached woman in the place. The black fellow in the red shirt was quite an exhibitionist while the yellow-shirted guy was extremely high energy. Red-shirt had to change his shirt as we were leaving because he had worked up such a sweat. Lena's oldest brother Floyd is 87 and has been a dancing regular here for years. His wife stays at home while he has a good time. Apparently he has slowed down some, but he still has his own chair that is saved for him and he still finds plenty of ladies who feel privileged to cut the rug with him. Shades of Punk!
Lena thought I should have some photos of the metal art in the bathroom. I also snapped the photo with the mirror. That is one of my favorites. Laura says Lena and I are long lost sisters. We surely are related by blood--Frenchwomen blood.
No wonder people come from many miles away to visit this cafe on Saturday mornings. It was a blast!