Instantaneously I was ushered in as a Big Easy native. Numerous people would swear by the fact they had either seen or met me before. This trend began only hours after arriving in town, all I can easily assume is it will extend into the future. One particular native girl, whose family had been here since 1732 about the time the city became a Royal colony of France, greeted me the best. "Welcome home" she said "may your journeys away be infrequent and not for long." With that sort of stamp of approval on Friday the 13th everything seemed set.
To me my arrival was like a fist full of voodoo, ready made to haunt the French Quarter. Since so many people instantly claimed familiarity with me, it sent my imagination a haunting. What if there was a Voodoo Zombie Priest that I resembled that walked the Quarter late nights? Baron Samedi where are you?
What I knew was, the dark culture here was going to be a sure fire inspiration. My pointed shoes were already headed in the right direction.
So great to hear of your adventures! How about enabling the RSS feed so I can remember to catch all your posts!
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