
I've always had a desire to take a good shot of a New Orleans street car. While we were waiting for #933 to take us from where we were to where we were going, I got my chance. Like many things in the South, these old beauties move so slowly that it wasn't even especially foolish of me to stand on the track to take the picture as the car approached. And even if I cut it too close I expect someone would have pushed me out of the way - I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.