As I drove down a side street in New Iberia I noticed how this home had seen better days. I then remembered a story told to me about a gifted silver tea set. It came to my mother from a woman whose family lived there. The woman’s family was raised in the Atchafalaya Basin and as often happened they move to town and lived a cultured life. I don’t remember my mother ever making Tea. She was more of a cocktail in a crystal glass type of woman. C’est la vie.
I looked at my phone and a call was coming in from Paris. My mind told me that either I was getting a call from a long ago deceased relative or the spam gods were at it again. Anyway, I hit delete an block quickly and it brought to mind this cute little bistro in New Iberia that specializes in french pastry.
The old brick walls are covered in beautiful art. Some created digitally and others created by Rachels own hands as only a true artist can. Her business called A SALON is filled with a collection of quirky pieces. Two African carved masks are positioned on the wall. A draped Western Cow hide shields an upstairs loft, and in a hidden corner a bronze Buddha. Something for everyone. As clients come and go, I watched her work her magic like a Voodoo Queen. It’s easy to love this quaint salon. Wasn’t Marie Laveaux a French Quarter beautician?
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