|Are you sure you don't want to stop for ice cream, Skelita?|
|Honestly, I thought Riders of the Purple Sage was an alt-country band.|
There are already several boutiques and few vacancies, so the gals take a moment to rest by the fountain.
|A horse is a horse, of course, of course...|
After sitting for a few minutes, Sophie and Skelita decide to take the Downtown Trolley over to Old Town.
|We rock, and we ride together, you and I, neither here nor there.|
|Trolleys have names such as Ollie, Molly, and Rolly.|
|Can't you just hear the Franciscan friars chanting... I wonder what they called it?|
Mission San Lorenzo del Algodón?
Across from the not-a-mission is where civic art from the early 1970s goes when it needs a warm winter.
|A horseshoe, a W brand, maybe a large rusty scorpion?|
|It seems somehow... wilted, Sophie.|
|How much is that coyote in the window?|
Skelita bought a little skull-patterned pin for decor and her very fine hat, which she's wearing as she waits for the trolley to take her and Sophie back to Fashion Square, where it meets a bus that will take them home.