I snapped this photo at Monument Circle in Indy because I thought the bikes and the horse & carriage made a nice contrast. I and my sister and a friend of hers have made a couple of trips to the circle (and, living there, they've been more often), which is something Fort Wayne doesn't have: a downtown attraction that's a magnet for people all over the city. It's the place in Indy to see and be seen, and, as they used to say about Paris street cafes, you don't have to hang around very long to see just about every type of humanity there is.
A favorite hangout spot is in front of the South Bend Chocolate Co., which for some reason is where the bikers like to congregate, lining their bikes up at the curb and shooting the breeze with anybody who comes by. They have the stereotypical biker look -- jeans and scruffy boots, leather and either long hair or no hair, lots of tats. But they don't hassle anybody and nobody hassles them. Occasionally you see one with a sidearm (most people don't realize that Indiana law permits "carry" but does not specify that it has to be concealed), and my reaction is usually one of well-being: If a nut shows up with an automatic and evil in his heart, I'm glad somebody is packing who might get between me and him.
