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Smell the spicy scent of jambalaya drifting on a warm Southern breeze. Feel the beat of the marching band. Hear the roar of the crowd, shouting “Throw me somethin’, Mister!” You gotta love this town.
St. Augustine’s Marching One Hundred, strutting proud again. Ever since Katrina, I can’t see these guys without getting all choked up.
A knight from…I forget.
Unfortunately I’m also really good at forgetting my camera, so these were snapped with a phone. Maybe next time...