My first trip to New Orleans was 12 years ago, soon after I met my wife. It was a fabulous vacation, and we really got to know each other on a ghost tour when I passed out in the street at the first stop. What can I say, I am an interesting travel companion.
Since we were back in New Orleans, of course we had to stop by Marie Laveau’s House of Voodoo. Because it’s there. Ya know? Now I am not a particular believer in magic of any kind, or ghosts… But I was looking at one of the altars, when the psychic came out from the back, took one look at me and said loudly, “Oh my God. OH MY GOD!” I was getting more than a little nervous, assuming she was either trying to get me to pay for a reading, or she was seeing evil spirits on me. Then she pointed at me, then herself. We were wearing the same floral shirt. She excitedly told me she had it in mauve, oatmeal, brown and green. And then she told me that she loved how it was 100% cotton and so comfortable. New Orleans, you always amaze me.