Handy found himself oddly reminiscent of days gone by, of a declining port city on the western coast of Equestria and his own initial reception there. The coincidence was eerie, but this time he didn’t have the excuse of being an unknown entity to give the people pause. Eventually, they came to a rather grand-looking building at the end of the fifth hair, where the ports and harbours ended and the more residential side of the city began. Here, the streets were laid with flagstones and black iron streetlamps held aloft lanterns, waiting to be lit during the night. The building itself stood out, made out of fine wood and painted a dark, ruddy red that shone like varnish. Elegantly carved design ran the length of crossbeams on the face of the building, abruptly cutting off where it met its neighbours, accented in silver paint to stand out. All the windows were curtained off in the same blue velvet, and the front of the building had a porch, cordoned off from the street with bannisters with a wooden awning bearing a sign. ‘Madam Marseille’s’