If you've never been* to the French Quarter of New Orleans, it stinks. Literally. There is a certain constant mixture of booze, vomit and dirty feet that fills the air. At times it gags you, but you'd miss it if it was gone.
As I walked onto the plane, I got one good whiff of vomit on the jet way which reminded me of where I was and what I was leaving. Thanks, New Orleans. I had a great, smelly time.
*Seriously, you should go at least once in your life and now is a great time of year.
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