My last night in New Orleans I went for another long walk. I headed down one of the main drags (where the Cafe Dumond is) and kept going until the street ended, a mile or so down. Not wanting to walk back the same way I had come I took a right and walked towards the water.

A block or two down I came across the quiet resting place of several of the New Orleans street cars. They were quiet and unguarded, making them a natural place for some nighttime photography.

The CoolPix 990 is an early digital camera and the extreme low light pixellation/noise was something of a post-processing problem (pointed out as fact, not an excuse) but one does take pictures with the camera they’re given.

Walking onto this train car alone, late at night, the coin box here was very striking. It almost appeared to be animated for an instant, as if it still expected me to pay my fare for climbing aboard.

Perhaps it was the lateness of the hour, perhaps it was the fact that New Orleans has such a rich, old history, but the car almost felt slightly haunted to me. It was all in a very good way, as if the passengers were all very happy that someone cared enough to take their picture.

It would have been very easy to just have a seat myself and join them.

But I did have my own journey to continue on. I may have been going down the same tracks, but it was only for a short while. Shortly I’d get off, called by the tempting memories of beignets and powdered sugar.