The crowds have dispersed. The streets have been cleaned. But port-a-potties still line the streets. And although the neutral ground is cleared of tents, grills, chairs, and ladders, remnants of cheap Chinese trinkets remain. Crushed, deformed doubloons lie on the streetcar tracks. Beads hang from the trees, fences, and power-lines.
The streetcar is running again, but it carries more tourists than locals. They're easy enough to identify, clutching parcels from Cafe Du Monde and speaking in a variety of accents and tongues. The schoolchildren with whom I usually ride the early am trolley are nowhere to be seen. I suspect they've been given the entire week off to recover from the festivities.
No such luck for us law students. Today we return to the drudgery and toil that is the study of law. And while I'm ready and willing to embrace sobriety and quiet after a long weekend of hearty partying, it required a Herculean effort to get out of bed this morning in time for class. Unfortunately, it seems returning to the tedium and monotony of law school is no easy task after four days of fun and festivity.
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