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There is a poem by Konstanty Ildefons Galczynski about a hansom cab in Krakow. I found a translation by Anna M. Furdyna, check it out clicking
this link. It was a great surprise to me when suddenly I heard the sound of horses' hooves come closer. First I wondered if it could be equestrian police officers or riksha, but the sound was different, like the hansom cabs in The Krakow Old Town. And then I saw the first one before my camera was ready:
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| Hansom cab, Seven Dials |
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Where are you going, hansom cab?
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