They seated us on a balcony overlooking the streets. Slowly the sun faded into a haze and the streetlights flicked on one at a time. Our food came and we ate. Through bites of oysters, fried and raw, we discussed the day we had and what our favorite moment was. The night was fast approaching and realizing the long journey we had on the way back, we left. Climbing in the car with all of our trinkets we got ready for the dark ride home. Orange light poured over my face as I watched the glimmering city fade from my view. Lake Pontchartrain fell invisible to the night and the bridge felt as if we were flying through space. We arrived at the house and unloaded our souvenirs and King Cake, then collapsed into our beds. It was hard to sleep that night. New Orleans was still flashing through my