Artisan market day. The gypsy cart is rolling down Fulton Street, turning into a side road, making its way home.
In front, a younger-looking guy has himself harnessed in place of a horse. Behind it, two girls help to push. I've never been to the Artisan Market, but this guy might just make me want to go.
Walking down the street, seeing this jaunty vehicle runbling along, is enough of a reason to question one's surroundings. There is no caravan behind it, no cars and no traffic to slow it down. For a moment, today's roadway is turned into a bizarre enigma for anyone walking by.
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