It was over 100 degrees in the Mojave Desert when we came upon this dusty Route 66 landmark.
The Bagdad Cafe gets by on it’s brief moment of fame as the centerpiece of the 1987 european movie of the same name. The owner told us that 85% of her customers are French tourists, which explains why she was trying to communicate to us in French, despite us telling her we were from LA.
Postcards, photos, and letters from previous customers paper the wall in aging layers. It’s a sad reminder of the outside world, left for those who stay behind because they have no where left to go. The end of the line in the middle of the desert.
Didn’t see any Jack Palance pictures.