You hop the steps out of the passenger car and make your way into the bustling city like a kid at the first day of school. The cobblestone street beneath your feet reminds you of asphalt as you take in the striking scenery. It wasn’t so striking in the sense that it was awe-inspiring; it was striking because it was so familiar. Buildings stood several stories high and were made of stone or brick, roads crossed at ninety-degree angles and there even seemed to be a standardized traffic sign system for buggies. It was much more modern than the backstreets of Ponyville you were used to. You catch yourself gawking and snap out of it, you’d have plenty of time to check it out when you started your job.