We might have been there through the 13th or 14th, but this is as much as I can remember.
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On our final day in town we walked around the city to see the sights and reminisce about the great times weâ€™d had. Roaming the town once more, we admired St Louis Cathedral from Jackson Square, browsed the art galleries on Royal Street, and stopped to listen to a Cajun jug band performing in the street in the street. Over lunch we had a discussion about how we should spin the events of our trip when we returned to campus. It would be best, we decided, if we gave the Student Government Association the impression that weâ€™d represented the school as responsible, upstanding student leaders and leave out the stories of our evening adventures at the bars.
It was finally time to go and we checked out of the Marriott. Before taking the shuttle to the airport, however, I couldnâ€™t leave without taking a ride on a New Orleans Trolley. I only had time to ride for one block and got off at the first stop to run back to the hotel to catch the shuttle. From the van we spotted one of above ground cemeteries with its elevated concrete sarcophagi. It looked really interesting; Iâ€™ll be sure to visit one next time.
I have the utmost confidence in air travel and no particular fear of flying, but I remember the thought had occurred to me when we encountered some turbulence that afternoon that if the plane were to go down right then I couldnâ€™t die happier.