The final resting place of Marie Laveau The Voodoo Queen of New Orleans. Yes. I left an offering. And then another for good measure. She was, after all, the Voodoo Queen. And I don't want to mess with that.
Other offerings. Mine wasn't so grand. I didn't know I would have to make offerings at the start of this trip.
Nature will find a way, and win in the end.
For some reason I love this photo. It may be my favorite. Old. Faded. Pink. Quiet.
The place Nicolas Cage has chosen, and built at a great cost, for his final resting place.
Everything from one...
He is the one! Looking all stern.
Almost a little smile. Almost...
Drew liked this one the best. He felt the entry was different. This one was clean...no black from age, but obvious this was an old tomb. I'm not nearly as insightful as Drew. I liked it because it was orange.
Looking very somber. Stern. Concerned. Mostly concerned that I had a camera pointed at him.
This one speaks to me...
Poppa Doc Fulker. Isn't that so special? Poppa...
This one was open. Creeped me out. Someone going in or coming out. hmmmm?
The perfect cemetery attire. A black umbrella. And a really nice one, too!
We didn't take a formal 'tour', but this guy looked interesting. I like to look at my own speed.
I had to throw this one in for good measure. Drew took a picture of me on the iPhone. I was under the Treme street sign and standing in the walls of the cemetary. We watch Treme on HBO religiously. (Side note: Take note of my Slytherin scarf. I went through the sorting hat on Pottermore, and I am the only Slytherin in our family! So proud!!)
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