Wednesday, October 7, 2009
I had been by this place dozen of times so out of boredom, Little Abbey and I stopped one sunny Saturday while the Mrs. was at work to check it out. When I first stepped in, my first impression was that it was just your average tourist shop with lots of polished rock, jewelry and other knickknacks on display. But the deeper we went into the shop, the more my view changed.
Behind the counter on the left, it looked like a medieval apothecary shop with lots of glass jars fulls of everything from frog wart to sand of eternity. Not sure what either one was meant to be used for but I certainly wasn't going to ask. Further back on the other side, there were shelves upon shelves of tarot cars and even a tin of Kuma Sutra with deck of cards and book included the label proudly exclaimed. In the middle was an eight foot long book shelf with both sides filled with nothing but different magic books. Not the sleight of hand stuff but casting spell on your neighbor type of magic.
In the very back there was a clothing shop of sorts where you could get your entire goth outfit and such witty T-shirts as "I Believe in God... The One Spelled Nature," and "Don't Mess With Me Unless You Want Me To Turn You Into a Frog That Is Ground To Dust and Stored In Some Out of the Way Shop Called Ancient Ways." At that point, Little Abbey announced that she had enough of the store and wanted to leave and I almost raced her on the way out.
As we crossed the street and got into the car, I noticed an old woman with long white hair across the street leaning on a gnarled cane staring at us. Goose bumps ran up my spine. Little Abbey and I got out of the area as fast as possible and returned home. I am still waiting to start growing scales or some sort of voodoo for not buying anything.