Late in the afternoon the gypsy caravan came to a stop.
He was in time to see the Gypsy caravan pulling out.
On an open patch of ground, as we passed, I noted a gypsy caravan.
The gypsy caravan leaves without a full complement of passengers.
Their little Gypsy caravan would easily fit inside this colossus, with room for two or three more.
If asked before today, he would have shrugged and guessed that there were no more traveling Gypsy caravans.
Passing through a town, they find a gypsy caravan and Dogi has his fortune told.
Usually we travel in wagons about the size of yours, and there is very little to distinguish it from a Gypsy caravan.
There is a painted gypsy caravan under a tree, which I had seen in dust-jacket photographs.
Joanne described the gypsy caravan perfectly, even though she had never seen one, even in a picture.
