“Calas”

These delicious breakfast fritters or cakes were sold, like the Pralines, by the old Creole negro women, and their familiar and harmonious street cry of “Bel calas, bel calas, tout chauds!” was heard in all the streets of the French quarter at breakfast time. They went their daily round carrying on their heads a covered wooden bowl containing the hot Calas—picturesque figures they must have been, with their brightly coloured bandana tignons or headdress, their blue check dresses and