An old bridge, recently scheduled for replacement, due to excessive noise trams and trucks are making. There is a pedestrian side on the left, but I had to cross the bridge and climb on a narrow metal ledge to get the right angle for the setting sun. Trams were passing by me within ten inches, and the whole metal platform I was standing was rattling, shaking, squeaking, vibrating. Reminds me of my army days and the exercise of placing a tank mine on the path of an oncoming tank
