Chris looked at him as though he’d asked him to jump out of a moving train. He’d rather have jumped out of a moving train, in fact: a train was not about to veer unexpectedly off the tracks afterward.

The horse galloped off down a street … but then started to slow. Crowds parted, some people laughing and others bemused as the horse wove through the crowd, carriage and all.

The smell of street food was strong.