A PS to my previous post today from N.O.:
Went to an occult shop in search of something interesting. Ringing me up, the cashier was looking overly closely at my face. It was awkward, because she was violating the “smile and look away” courtesy of most cashiers. She says, “You were a witch once, you know, another life. You should practice again.”
All I figure out to say in reply was, “Umm, cool. Thanks.” I am so eloquent in weird situations.
I stopped at a cafe for a late lunch/early dinner. As I was leaving, I passed the bar, and the bartender on duty, older guy, said, “You’ve been here before, right?” I shook my head, nope. He said, “I know you somehow.”
Mmmmk.
I wandered the French Quarter, in and out of shops. At a jewelry store, the clerk told me she knew me. Ever graceful, I said, ” no, you don’t.” She laughed and said something about old souls.
This is one mysteriously cool town.