It was decorated in what appeared to be tin foil and resembled a child’s toy tractor, with oversized, almost comically large wheels in back and slightly smaller ones in front.
I stood there, watching to see if it was part of a wedding procession or perhaps whether it offered rides around the Victoria Maidan the way that horse-drawn carriages lead tourists through New York’s Central Park.
But no one appeared.
It sat beside a lonely food stand that offered chow mein, chicken roll and chai. I wasn’t hungry, anyway, so I moved on.