Ricardo

Friday afternoon at 12:37 Ricardo the horse stood in front of the Pantheon attached to a carriage without an owner in sight. Schools of persons were walking over to pet him, or take a photo with him, or to look upon him with curiosity.

The owner returned with a bucket of water. When Ricardo finished drinking he shook his head from left to right. It seemed he was trying to loosen or lose the metal steering clamp from his mouth, in doing so a long pink tongue spilled out and wagged in the wind. 

Before leaving I asked the owner for the horse's name. Then I asked what Ricardo was doing there. The response: "He's working. .. He takes people around the center." Myself: "Is he here everyday?" The Owner: "He works one day, he sleeps one day."