A few years ago I was in New Orleans exploring a cemetery on Basin Street on Halloween and among several interesting tidbits, I learned that these crypts were also called ” Ovens. “
On the day I was out taking these pictures it was warm.
For a girl from the Pacific Northwest, it was unseasonably hot.
I may have had cold drink in one hand and a camera in the other.
That part of my recollection makes me laugh.
I have to admit though,
when I look at these pictures Hansel and Gretel and the Witch’s oven pops into my head
and I wonder
I would see
if I cracked open the seal and looked inside.
Inspired by the Inktober Prompt: Roasted