I dodged traffic on this miserable, rainy day in New Orleans and found a friendly face coming around the turn onto St. Charles Avenue. The streetcar is a sentimental symbol to me. When my parents were newlyweds in 1913 my father was a streetcar conductor on the St. Charles line and the story goes that my mother would ride miles and miles every evening on the line to spend some time with him.
The driver is in short sleeves with the windows open because, though it is December, we are having unseasonably warm weather in New Orleans. It was 78 degrees when this was taken.