A Saint Charles streetcar glides uptown at Common Street—emptier now, carrying me back to Carrolton, where my re-birth quietly began . . .
—the car is emptier than earlier today. Going uptown, back to the Carrolton neighborhood of my recent re-birth.
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10.1.10
Streetcar at Saint Charles and Common
Labels:
garden district,
new orleans,
public transit,
streetcar
I am an educator and a writer. I was born in Louisiana and I now live in the Big Apple. My heart beats to the rhythm of "Ain't No Place to Pee on Mardi Gras Day". My style is of the hot sauce variety. I love philosophy sprinkles and a hot cup of café au lait.
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