The operator on the train I was riding this
February day made a spirited effort to get the travelers on board
his outbound car to leave at the turn at Riverbend. He advised in several
variations that there was little to see at the end, and also that the neighborhood was not the best in the world.
Riverbend, on the other hand, offered restaurants, antique shops, restrooms, strolling
opportunities and so on.
Almost everyone else got off.
There was rather a mass of
streetcars and humanity clustered at and near the last stop, and the
few remaining passengers wound up getting off several blocks away
from the terminal when the streetcar came to its initial stop.