I love the sign for the psychic who communes with the spirits (and offers a $5 special!) on Fifth Avenue in Park Slope. The hand-painted cursive doesn’t remind me of stale incense baked into black and purple velour, which is what most neon PSYCHIC READING signs call to mind. I love the hot pink on the white door. The entrance looks so girly and hand-made in a Disney Princess Clubhouse Lemonade Stand kind of way.
I’ve never been to a psychic. I don’t think it’s for me.
What could she predict in my future? It could be “keep truckin’” or “you’ll be hit by a truck.” I’d find out for myself eventually, no charge.
The first floor is occupied by a botánica, a shop that sells medicinal herbs and elixirs and images and objects associated with Catholicism, Santeria, Espiritismo, among other spiritual practices. There’s a talisman of faith for everyone on Fifth Avenue. Even superheroes need something to believe in. I worship the gorilla.
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