Sandu patted the side of his dusty red cart and winked. "You forgot, sir. This is a cart from Brăila. We don't know how to arrive late."
Sandu didn’t have a massive wagon or a steam engine. He had a căruță brăileană —a light, sturdy cart built for speed and endurance. It was painted with bright red flourishes, its wheels reinforced to handle the deep ruts of the riverbank roads. O Caruta Braileanca
By the time the scent of the salty Danube hit his nose, the sky was turning violet. He rolled into the Great Port of Brăila just as the last of the Greek grain ships was preparing to weigh anchor. The merchant, a stout man with a heavy gold watch, looked up in surprise. Sandu patted the side of his dusty red cart and winked