Indeed. I kept hearing "Meet Me In St Louis" playing in my head as we walked through this barn.
I was a little sad we didn't see the New Orleans streetcar on this visit. I had a boyfriend there for a few years and we used to ride the streetcars a lot. They have a very distinctive, evocative smell, something having to do with engine grease and polished wood and whatever trees we were passing with the windows open on those humid summer nights.
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I was a little sad we didn't see the New Orleans streetcar on this visit. I had a boyfriend there for a few years and we used to ride the streetcars a lot. They have a very distinctive, evocative smell, something having to do with engine grease and polished wood and whatever trees we were passing with the windows open on those humid summer nights.