tram-cars

Their bugles, with the rhythmical note which the tram-cars sound, and the guitars and mandolins of the blind minstrels, made the only street music I remember in Madrid.

Familiar Spanish Travels 2004

The noise of the town, the running of tram-cars, was heard distinctly, but it seemed not to penetrate this still place.

The Prussian Officer and Other Stories 2003

Save when the tram-cars battered past outside the solid wall.

The Plumed Serpent 2003

All the tram-cars and the frightful little Ford omnibuses called camions were labelled

The Plumed Serpent 2003

In the early-rising mornings of spring that followed, I could hear the tram-cars moving, through a cloud of perfumes, in an air with which the prevailing warmth became more and more blended until it reached the solidification and density of noon.

The Captive 2003

Yellow tram-cars rushed at express speed away down the fenced-in car-lines, rushing round towards Xochimilco or Tlalpam.

The Plumed Serpent 2003

Crossing the great shadeless plaza in front of the Cathedral, where the tram-cars gather as in a corral, and slide away down their various streets, Kate lingered again to look at the things spread for sale on the pavement: the little toys, the painted gourd-shells, brilliant in a kind of lacquer, the novedades from

The Plumed Serpent 2003

Her way led her through the old inner town, where the winding streets were narrowest; the electric tram-cars, which came bounding along in a series of jerks, were so incongruously big that they called to mind unnatural stage proportions.

Two Tales of Old Strasbourg 2003

The broad highway directly beneath me -- and about seventy feet beneath me -- appeared to be inextricably jammed with clanging tram-cars, hooting vehicles and hundreds upon hundreds of motor-scooters and bicycles, all of whose drivers appeared to be bent on instant suicide.

Puppet on a Chain MacLean, Alistair, 1922- 1969

It was raining hard when we passed through the suburbs of Genoa and, even going very slowly behind the tram-cars and the motor trucks, liquid mud splashed on to the sidewalks, so that people stepped into doorways as they saw us coming.

The Short Stories Ernest Hemingway 1953