The girls went their separate ways, while Michelle and I began exploring. We went into the Goddess Treasure Chest, where we pored over an assortment of crystals, and sniffed different aromatherapy candles. Michelle bought me a yellow votive for "Positive Energy." I hope it works! We discovered a cool little bookstore called The Derby Square Book Store, where towering stacks of books threaten to bury the unwary browser. Caitlin bought a book here called The Zombie Survival Guide -- Complete Protection From the Living Dead. Hey, there's something for everyone! Here's a picture of her inside the shop.
Michelle had a psychic reading done at Angelica's of the Angels, and said it was very perceptive and made her happy. The woman (Rev. Fredericks) predicted Michelle will publish no less than five books, all centered around one character. Fingers crossed; I hope this happens for her! We checked out The Broom Closet, where there was one wall covered with little bags of healing herbs. I'd never even heard of some of these weeds! Mugwort -- sounds like something out of Harry Potter. So does Dragon's Blood. But very cool.
We had lunch at a little deli, and then explored Pickering Wharf. Michelle shied away from Laura Cabot's shop (she's the official witch of Salem), saying she did not sense anything good in this woman. Of course, that just made Brenna all the more determined to go inside. We took pictures near the Friendship Schooner (sloop?? what's the difference?). Then we discovered the New Age Book Store, which I fell in love with. They had it all; candles, crystals, herbs, wands, music, books...a wonderful store. I purchased a small citrine crystal for creativity and an amethyst crystal for inner peace and balance. Here's hoping they work!
Our last stop was a little chocolate shop that has been in business since 1820. I can attest to the fact they do, indeed, make fabulous chocolate. I bought a pound. I tried to hide them in the fridge after I got home, but my kids and husband found them. We also visited a graveyard on Gallow's Hill, where the infamous hanging tree once stood. There's an equally creepy tree that stands there now that I'm sure is an offshoot of the original. Caitlin, being her irreverent self, insisted on having her picture taken laying down in front of the gravestones. But I told her it was bad Karma. So then, as we were heading back to the car on the roof of the parking garage, she didn't want to take the elevator. She was convinced it was the portal to Hell. Hmmm...obviously we stayed too long in Salem!
So...off to write while burning my positive energy votive and holding my creativity crystal, listening to advice on how to survive zombies, and gorging on decadent chocolate. Yep, it was a great day!!