One reaches for a small mirror in her purse, takes it out, holds it in front of her face, checks her eyeliner, hair and makeup, then snaps it shut. She fishes in her bag for a cigarette, pulls one out, lights it and begins to smoke. The people keep walking by. The women, preoccupied, seem not to notice. The animals are the supporting cast.
Horses attached to regal-looking carriages stand patiently on the street.
One dips its large mouth into a green fountain near the street. The fountain serves both pets and people, with a base of water for the horses, a low spigot for dogs, and a continuous stream of water five feet up for thirsty humans. Pigeons peck at the ground, searching for crumbs. A large, round dog that looks decidedly similar to his heavyset master walks past, tugging at his leash. The afternoon turns into evening.