Personal Better late
I never thought about horses nor equestrianism, not for more than 3 minutes, anyway — even if one of the recent posts is about sidewalk riding in Moscow — until a dear friend managed to convince me not only to get out of the city this weekend (not an easy job, people really knowing me are probably shocked already) but go see some horses.


Mr. Cezar Manolescu, an artist of gentle horse training.


I got a friend.
I started by curiosity and ended up loving every minute of it. Better late than never, they say.
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aaawww, the last picture is soo cute ;;)
but anyway, I remember going as a kid (I was about 10) to see some equally beautiful horses somewhere here in Bucharest (on Timisoara blvd.) and also riding one. I was completely petrified to do that last thing, the poor horse was going really slow, but it sure felt like he was galloping. Such a crybaby :P