Here we go, yet again, round and round, then once more. No airplane, elephant or race car. No, of course, the white horse. Horses. That’s what our daughter cares about. Horses. So when we spent a day in Paris, recently, that’s what we saw. In the Louvre there were statues and paintings. Of horses, of course. But centaurs were interesting, too. La Joconde had too many people around it, the Winged Victory of Samothrace was something for Dad. The horses, though, were the best.