How I was accidentally cursed at a voodoo museum in New Orleans

Some voodoo dolls on display at the New Orleans Historic Voodoo Museum. Photos: The Star/Chester Chin

I've been wandering the streets of New Orleans in Louisiana for almost an hour, looking for a building that remotely resembles a museum. But as if under a spell, all the iron-wrought balconies of the French Quarter began to look the same.

The French Quarter is a hub of activities in the evening, with loud music blaring from pubs and tourists traipsing in drunken glee along Bourbon Street. If you visit in the daytime, though, the area is eerily quiet.