I was on a mission. I need some fresh dried herbs for an art project I was working on. Sometimes I want and need instant gratification (don't we all?) So buying on the internet was out of the question. Since, I live in the Big Apple and am a believer of using the resource at hand. I search out an Herbalist in the City. Sure enough, I found just what I was looking for in the East Village. Once known as an area for its danger and drugs, Now its brimming with exotica, perfuming the streets with scents for far away places. Walking is my best friend. I headed out to find my area of alchemy. It was a little whisper of a shop.
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| Does this bring me back to my roots as a flower child in the 60's? Of Course it does...... |
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| shelves from floor to ceiling lined with rows and rows of ingredients for potions |
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| so many choices! what to do? what to do? |
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| Inviting? you bet! and so very enchanting and quaint. |
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| The store front window was pet friends to meows and woofs. |
Satiated with aromas and bottles and jars of inviting herbs..... I walked home a happy camper with my purchases. Valentines did have that certain special quality thanks to these herbs.
I think that I had once actually been there!! Enjoyed the story and pictures. And I can identify with JoJo days and love those kind I also sometimes have with my friend Carol.
ReplyDeleteTHANKS LYNNE, GLAD YOU ENJOYED
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