… read the sign on the shop. My heart leapt! Only three days away from the horses, and already pining.

But I checked my euphoria. I was, after all, walking down Christopher Street in NYC. Something told me it wasn’t what I thought it was.

It wasn’t.

And then I saw an antiques shop on Bleecker with two beautiful wooden carousel horses in the window.

Kept walking in that case, as well…