A Horse Is a Horse
Unless it's a beautiful weathered old statue. This stallion stood outside the entrance to a carving stall on the streets of Pondicherry. We passed by it maybe twice as we circled the French quarter, trying to find a restaurant called Rendez-Vous. We got so lost that rickshaw drivers we'd asked for directions re-discovered us on the next block and gave us repeat directions. We must have asked about twelve people and I swear they were all doing the Tweedle-Dum/Tweedle-Dee and pointing in opposite directions. Finally we found it, almost by accident. Maybe we should have asked the horse.