"Have we already arrived in Joan of Arc Castle?" Bondo, looking at the flat plaza and houses outside the port, still couldn't believe it as it was his first visit.
As for Moroka, who was gazing everywhere after disembarking, he was even more incredulous.
The last time he was here, this port was merely a shabby little fishing port, surrounded by obstructed wasteland.
But now what?
The boulevard lined with trees stretches in a T-shape from the fishing port to the distance, flanked by rows of two- and three-story buildings.
The road was designed with elevation to clearly separate pedestrian paths from carriageways.
Blue and white painted water delivery carriages, dark green painted postal carriages, black and red painted banknote transport carriages guarded by seven or eight cavalrymen...
No mooing or baaing cattle and sheep are to be seen, and there is not much animal manure on the streets, not to mention beggars.
