Dinky squeaks, suddenly taking a hard left into a side-street, narrowly avoiding bumping into several pairs of Pony legs. "Almost there!" She announces, hardly waiting for us to follow her. The buildings were tall, stone-foundations and wooden bracings, several archways overhanging the street, and each boasting plenty of signs and tapestries. Compared to Ponyville, it was nice to see everything actually had a verbal name, and not just a picture sign. Mostly.