The wagon lurched as it moved onto a cobblestones and went past a fountain. They turned and headed down another street, this one lined with stores on both sides. Dale was puzzling over what the sign over one shop meant when they came abreast of an outdoor cafe with tables shaped like mushrooms. It was nearly deserted, but for a deep red mare with a blonde mane and a bright yellow unicorn stallion with a light purple mane seated together at a table. They both looked up from their meal as he went by.