I cannot remember whether or not it was a Friday night. I do recall it was absolutely deserted when we found ourselves, late at night, on the doorstep of the legendary Blue Front Cafe. In a remote village in Mississippi, not a single soul in sight, but our source had informed us this was the heart of the Mississippi Delta Blues. Someone passed us by. He turned out to be the manager and was willing to open the cafe for us. Within minutes, we met the other villagers.
This photo is part of the In Search of Americans series.