I was walking back to my apartment from Fromagerie Laurent Dubois over on Boulevard St Germain at the Metro Maubert-Mutualite a few years ago when, behind me, I heard that un-mistakeable sound: the clop of horse hooves on the cobble stones (actually there aren't any cobble stones where I was, but that allusion focusses the senses on the sound when writing about it).
I have seen these mounted anachronisms other times and every time it causes a surge of joy.
I even have videos of some of those encounters.
If I ever find them I might post one.
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