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.
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?
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.
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