Blackhawk helicopters, visiting fish, firemen popping out of trash cans, cursed drinks flying off the bar, trick-or-treating controversy, soft jazz and puppies in the seance room, guests eating at the ghost’s table and witches cackling over take out containers.
Voodoo Fest, Halloween on a Saturday night, biblical rain in the forecast…a seamless dovetail of the preposterous.
No worries—it’s the French Quarter.
“Guests in the kitchen!”
When I go to the Quarter tomorrow it will be my first time there since 1 August. I wonder if it’s changed.
Not much has changed since last October 🙂