FIRE BURN AND CAULDRON BUBBLE: cavorting with witches on the “SPIRITS OF THE PAST THEATRICAL TOUR”
I arrived at the Museum just as the evening dusk gave way to the cauldron black of night. The sky was clear and the moon was full. Without the intrusion of the city’s light pollution you could clearly see the stars and imagine sorceresses on bent broom sticks, diving in and out of the salt and molasses sky.