I blogged about riding the streetcar with Amanda and the kids over at her blog.

(p.s. I really don’t know how all the blogger users do it. I get so frustrated every time I try to use blogger. It’s always moving my pictures around and putting the most recently uploaded one at top instead of where my cursor actually is to insert it. It would drive me insane if I had to use it on a regular basis. WordPress (or my previous format, Movable Type) is so much easier.)


Taking the Streetcar

The weather has just been perfect this past week, but because I’m usually indoors working during the best hours, I rarely take advantage of it. So I decided to enjoy the lovely afternoon by taking the streetcar home from church today. Here’s our little chapel located on St. Charles Avenue, which, conveniently, is where the streetcar runs.

lds chapel

I love the inside of these old streetcars. I love riding along with the windows all pushed up and looking at all the lovely houses along the Avenue.

streetcar seat

pink victorian

I get off near Tulane and Audubon Park, and then I just have to walk 10 blocks or so to my house. The neighborhood right next to campus is full of beautiful houses, too. Several of them have been attacked by spiders, ghosts, and skeletons.

spidies and house

spiders attack

But the afternoon sun made it impossible for them to look menacing. I had my headphones with me and enjoyed some Francoise Hardy.


I even saw a little fall color on some of the trees. It’s not quite the same as Utah, but I’ll take it where I can get it.

a little fall color

I think I might start taking the streetcar home more often.

Cristen and the Big Easy, Day 3 (continued)

almost symmetrical

On our way home from Nottoway, we stopped briefly at Metairie Cemetery. Even though we had just visited a cemetery the day before, I still wanted Cristen to see this one. The two are so different, and Metairie is full of the ornate vaults of the wealthy. I’m always amazed that no matter how often I visit the cemetery, I always see new things… or at least, see the same old things in a new way.

stained glass and iron work

blue glass and copper door

RIP doorknockers

rusty letters

little lamb, who made thee?

We did some browsing along Magazine Street. Cristen had read about a vintage store called Retroactive that we wanted to check out.


We found it difficult to browse through, though, because it was so crowded and it seemed a little overpriced anyway. We stopped in a few more stores, but many of them were closing down and I couldn’t find the particular store that I wanted to visit. It either closed down or I just couldn’t find it again. Either options are very likely, but I hope it’s the second. The evening was winding down, but I still had so much to show Cristen. We decided to ride the streetcar to Audubon Park, so I could show her the fountain and the Spanish moss and maybe the nesting birds. I parked along St. Charles, and we waited for the streetcar.

umbrella needed

It was starting to rain a little, and I was disappointed that it was already getting dark. One of the new, imposter red streetcars (with a/c) was coming down the tracks, and I reluctantly said we would take it, even though I had already told Cristen that I felt the shiny red was an affront to New Orleans tradition. But it passed us by without stopping. A little while later, when it was even darker, a standard green car came. We got in just as the rain was getting stronger. Something interesting about the streetcars here is that because there is no a/c on most of them, everyone pushes up the windows and the driver, drops the front windshield down so there is no glass between him and the outside world. But because of the rain, our driver lifted up the glass at one of the stops and everyone else started putting theirs down.

no windshield wipers<

watching out for rain

A woman in front of us pointed to the sheet of rain you could see a couple of blocks away through the front window and within seconds it was upon us. Our streetcar was barrelling through the rain with no windshield wipers. At each stop, people would come aboard with their clothes soaked through and others would roll up their pants and open their umbrellas. The further uptown we got, the higher the water got and cars parked along Audubon Park had water up to the tip of their tires. Visiting Audubon Park wasn’t really going to be an option. So we got off a few stops down and cross the tracks to catch the next streetcar back to the parked car. You can barely make out the flooded tracks in the picture below.

flooded tracks

Since the park was not an option any longer, we decided to just get some dinner. Mike and Amanda called just as we were finishing up and told me that our street had flooded and not to go back home for at least an hour, so what else could we do? We got visited my favorite little gelato place, Sucre. We ran into my friend, Aaron, there so spent a pleasant hour chatting. By the time we went home, the street was fine, and I was glad that Cristen go to experience a true Louisiana downpour.

Cristen had to leave early the next morning. The weekend went by much too quickly. Hopefully it won’t be another 2.5 years before we see each other again.