This foto in no way conveys the intensity of this moment: that car crept down Iberville Street at dusk blasting out a shock wave of engine roar that rivaled the scream of 747 engines.
Here too the noise of beaded necklace flinging Shiners on Tchoupitoulas Street.
The shadow of Christ emerges on this end of St. Louis Cathedral as night falls.
Tugster dips his toe in the Mississippi near where Capt. John hugs the wharf just northeast of JacksonSquare.
This statue is called Old Man River, and I’m intrigued though
these words (by Robert Schoen?) leave me as mystified as the sculpture.
Traffic at the intersection of St. Ann’s and Chartres includes this mule (?) and a texting swamp man.
Down by the river, bowsprite begins to weigh her appreciation for 1937 ferry Louis B. Porterie, one of the free ferries operated by
LA DOTD, the second “D” being development. Here’s a better foto of the ferry, which whirls and spins between the French Quarter and the neighborhood intriguingly-named Algiers.
I looked in vain for formerly-sixth boro Glen Cove but did find a Kirby tug, Miss Susan.
More of this type of traffic tomorrow. All fotos by either bowsprite or tugster.