Well, I couldn’t leave New Orleans without visiting the grave of Voodoo queen Marie Laveau, could I?

St. Louis No. 1 is the most famous graveyard in New Orleans, probably because she’s buried there. Nick Cage, despite still being alive, also has a grave there. Apparently he bought it after he visited a local voodoo practitioner for help with some life problems, and she told him he’d been cursed and would need to buy a plot in order for the curse to be lifted.  (more…)

On Saturday I went for dinner with Emma and Becca, and once we’d Instagrammed our food we started talking about blogging, because even offline life is lived semi-online in 2017.

Emma mentioned the Travel Link Up, which is this brilliant thing that a load of people do each month, where there’s a specific topic chosen and then everyone writes a blog post about it, and then they all go and comment on each other’s posts, and it’s basically a big travel-related blog love-in.

I’ve been meaning to participate for aaaages but I’m rubbish at getting my act together and doing it.

But this month, it’s about fucking things up, and we all know that’s one of my fortes. So, here goes.

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I was in Dublin a few days ago, and it was unseasonably warm (as always seems to be the case when I’m there – I reckon all the talk about bad weather is just a trick so they can keep the beautiful scenery to themselves).

Work was threatening to overwhelm me, and although I wasn’t really up for anything hugely strenuous, I decided that a wander outside would do me good. Especially if it was on the way to a wine shop. Which it was.

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