What immediately caught my attention, was a singer songwriter sitting in a well lighted window, with an incredibly authentic voice, crooning the blues as well as other favourites while strumming a big Gibson guitar. The sound was captivating. Just by chance the local newspaper was there and immediately posted an online bit:
The singer songwriter's name was Missy Burgess. She was an incarnation of a female Tom Waits. It is rare that I get "grabbed" by a sound. We looked around the cafe and stepped back out to continue our hike. Instead of doing just that, we went back into Le Hibou, sat by the fire and ordered hot chocolate, while enjoying Missy singing her songs.
Like the other songwriter that I have profiled on Cosmological Cabbage -- Paul Grady, Missy deserves fame and fortune for her talent.
She can be found on the web at http://www.missyburgess.com/