We stop for another break, finding an open bench; good to get a moment to rest my leg. It's already nearing noon, and today, time is flying. There's so much going on, with the Ponies, the noises, the stalls, the confectionaries, the patrols. Dinky isn't even heavy, but maneuvering around so many Ponies takes some effort. We haven't even made much distance from the hotel, with it still just being a few streets over; there's just so many booths and so much going on. For every one we pass that doesn't interest us, another three get us to pause and check them out.