turning the corner onto Bourbon Street and seeing...
two miniature horses?
Nothing, actually.
Yes, that man is sitting on a step and he is still taller than both horses. They filled me with delight. Apparently they live somewhere in the French Quarter, and the smaller one "grew up on Bourbon Street." Unlike the bigger one, who was on her first Bourbon Street outing and a bit skittish, the smaller one was comfortable enough with people that he could be petted. He was the size of a Labrador Retriever, and he was fluffy. Clearly, I don't go to Bourbon Street enough.