Marie Laveau’s House of Voodoo

Marie Laveau

Marie Laveau

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.

This is a picture of me wearing my now favorite shirt, with my wife, at Sam Houston Jones State Park.IMG_0473

2 thoughts on “Marie Laveau’s House of Voodoo

  1. So delighted to get to see you both, and now be better able to imagine the two of you in your happy companionship, travel, and planning! Thanks so much for sharing the sweet photo with you in your sweet shirts :)

    Please do tell the story of passing out…

    I look forward to heading to that part of the world one day myself. I’ve travelled loads, but not there!

    1. Thanks Scrubby! I think you will love it – I do think there is something magical about that place!

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