This is a sight and sound I never tire of. Here we are surrounded by concrete, maniacal drivers, and roaring trucks, and carts are all the time rolling by, pulled by one or two horses. Sometimes they haul hay or are full of potatoes; sometimes there can be as many as twenty people hanging off the cart on their way to pick potatoes. Judging by some of the roads around here, this might be the ideal mode of transportation. Hmmm...