oh neighbourhood!

I think I love my neighbourhood.

How many of you can tell a story about an unidentified neighbour that one morning (more likely one night) decides that a fake tiger puppet fits the decor of the park better than it fits in your house?

Funny enough I have seen people reacting with an inch of fear once they turned their head up and saw the tiger!

And how many of you can say they have a regular barouche passing by every morning of the weekend?

I feel like I live in another era for few seconds anytime I hear the sounds of the horse hoofs. (And by the way, the guy on the left always wears a red sweater!).