We must have had more fun Friday night than we knew, because no one could be roused until 1:00pm on Saturday! I popped a flower in my hair and walked with Michelle L’Amour and David around the corner to Roberto’s for lasagna and cappuccino; the breakfast of burlesque champions. They had an awfully tempting selection of gelato too – perhaps we would come back later for that. The front of the café was open to the sidewalk, so we sat in the delicious early afternoon breeze and watched passersby.
Later that day, some mutual friends of the festival from Las Vegas, Heather and Rolando, drove me into Old Port, the historic district of Old Montreal. Eroded cobblestone streets, horse-drawn carriages, art galleries, and umbrella festooned sidewalk eateries marked this wonderful part of the city. The solid old stone buildings towered on either side of the streets, at once gracious and imposing.
Since Heather and Rolando had not joined us for the “breakfast of burlesque champions” earlier, we stopped at a little sidewalk bistro, Le Sauvagine, with tables nestled beneath giant orange umbrellas. I ordered a rosé and gazed at the people passing by from behind my big dark sunglasses. Then… a familiar figure emerged from the crowd. Rolando exclaimed, ‘look who it is!’ The lovely Roxi D’Lite (BHOF Reigning Queen of Burlesque 2010) was headed our way.
