Courtyard of Dreams
While the suburbs lends itself to a few unique emotions – continuity, endlessness, timelessness – I wouldn’t mind a port-side city with some barrel-checkers playing, grease-stained bags.
I wouldn’t mind having some urchins thread themselves through the crowd for a game of tag. Seagulls by the wooden planks squawking. Along with that stereotypical mustard yellow fisherman, wheat of grain to chew on.
A tavern, a quiet cape further down the town square with some burials, some legends.
Though I wouldn’t mind walking around such a place, we’re already blessed with this ability to see it. And that’s plenty (for me).