A dark oddities I stumbled upon during my travels...

Florida is a strange place. Even stranger if you have a knack for noticing the darker details. Fully intending to discover such details, Jack and I often take mini road trips to small towns in search of old book stores, good food, and intrigue. Have a look-see at what we found this time around.

Book store was closed that day. Tragic.




Only thing missing in these rooms is Lestat himself:

A curious crack in a mirror at the bottom of a long, dark staircase.
A clumsy clash?
A dreadful tumble?
A sinister push?
We'll never know.

The craziest coffee shop/bookstore/bar/ice cream shop I've ever seen: