Vanishing Voodoo

So a few days ago Charlie’s daughter stopped by for dinner while she and her boyfriend were on a roadtrip. And by ‘stopping by,’ I mean “drove 15 hours out of their way en route to Key West to stay for 4 hours and be back on the road.” Now that’s serious dedication to Jacques-Imo’s alligator cheesecake- and her dad, of course.

ANYway, in their brief time, they got into the Quarter for a bit, and called me to ask about Voodoo- I sent them over to the Voodoo museum, which turned out to be closed.

But it got me thinking about the whole voodoo thing, and how I do sell voodoo items (most blessed by the priestesses), but don’t really have any photos or specific info about them, which is a terrible oversight, and I’ll start making that right with photos, etc later on today.

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