Passed time in the courtyard and then on my balcony before I went to my rendez-vous point for the Haunting tour. Our bus driver, Dennis, had Elvis' 'do and muttonchops, while the tour guide, actually named Adolphus Spines, insisted we call him "Mumbo." St. Louis #1 Cemetery was smaller than I expected, but ancient and interesting. Found out a lot. This is a town that gossips about you even when you're dead. Got to see Marie Laveau's tomb. People leave offerings there and mark the three Xs for requests they make of the Voodoo Queen.

The cement slab filled with carved marble slabs and cast iron was made to display pieces that had fallen off of something but whose origin couldn't be identified.