LaVue Vodou Supply

Owner: Madam LaVue It's either the bombastic sunflower yellow colour of the building or the wafting scent of lavender and myrrh emanating from within that draws most people to LaVue's shop and home. Curious tourists always ensure a steady supply of interest, purchasing tarot cards or juju bags as portable point of interest until it becomes another forgotten trinket in their travels. For locals, and those of a more mystical inclination, the Madam's shop provides a comfortable atmosphere to those familiar with the mostly deaf marm.

A large view of merchandise stare out towards the street, back-lit but eerie red and muted yellow. Plaster statues of saints in prayer stand a silent vigil behind the plexiglass window, surrounded by white candles and bottles of magenta, red, and blue that cast multi-coloured shadows over the faces of the somber statuettes. Polished onyx discs and clear quartz spheres distort reflections of nosy gatherers who hesitate at the entrance.

Shelves of bottled herbs, fluids, scents and soots stands against the left-side wall, packed to the brim with everything from components to fragrances. A wooden palmistry hand sits atop theses structures, as well as tiny hand carved models of historical figures and various representations of local wildlife. What one can assume to be an expertly taxidermied water moccasin coils up and over the side, staring down at patrons as they make their selections. Wooden pegs hang clusters of both mundane and eerie jewelry, cowrie shells clacking as the small rotating fan positioned on the nearby counter passes over the collection. Skulls of tiny creatures gaze from their leather sling memorials, both natural bone white and silver dipped. Insects forever trapped in hunks of chunky amber hang next to strings of loose tiger's eye and pink jasper, creating a scraggly rainbow across the rest of the wall.

Curling around the back and right walls sit oblong tables of sculptures and religious portraits, shrined shadow boxes create an eerie affect of being watched at all times by both saints and gods alike. Wisps of heavy incense burn inside charred marble bowls, coating customers in heady & spicy smoke that brings to mind memories of hidden places and long forgotten dreams.