Well, almost blocked. There were police cars on one side of the road with their bright flashing lights on, the flashing lights totally ruining the scene.
I waited, for what felt like eternity, for them to leave. They didn’t.
I knew I would kick myself forever, if I didn’t pluck up the courage to go ask them to move.
I took an anxious, deep breath and walked up the the Police Car. It was now or never. I knocked gently on the window, and politely asked: “Hi. I’m a young artist and I have a dream. I’ve always wanted to photograph this scene, completely empty. Is there any way I could ask you to park around the corner for me until I get the shot?
To my shock, he happily drove around the corner, out of sight.
I couldn’t believe it.
Still unable to believe my good fortune, I cleared the rest of the street.