The loud blow on your beignets comes from the street musicians out front. When they’re done one of them takes the bucket, counts the bills, and slides a fold for every player between his fingers for all to see. He holds out his hands and each guy takes one, counts it, and pockets it. They pack-up and disappear slowly into the steamy background of Jackson Square, each player going his own way. This looping vignette acquires diabolical mojo as you sip Café Au Lait.