Tuesday, November 03, 2015
Snapshots, we love snapshots!
Up at the Plaza end of Main Street we see a returning Streetcar. The horse looks especially peppy because he just had his morning trough of coffee (espresso, of course). The girl with the brown patchwork pants is mighty excited about lunch at the Plaza Inn.
This peaceful Indian village shows Native Americans scraping hides, drying meat, grinding corn (I call it maize), and making an early form of the frozen daiquiri. It's always cocktail hour in Frontierland.