"You seem to favor modernism and liberated thought, miss Harriet?"<br/>He smiled to her politely.<br/>"I think I agree. It's good to look forward..."<br/><br/>Christopher almost crashed into a group of porters carrying a huge crate. He did look forward just in time to avoid the half-naked muscular men sweating under their burden.<br/><br/>"Exactly!"<br/><br/>He led Harriet around them and into one of the wide streets leading from the docks. Clean new brick houses here were mostly merchant offices and also full of bustle. A patrol of local police in dark uniforms stood and kept an eye on the masses coming trough.<br/><br/>A few steps behind them, small wooden carriages were gathered and plainly dressed men attended them.<br/><br/>"It's easier to take a Rikshaw from the port than a car, miss Harriet. The city's roads are tangled like noodles and it's difficult to even keep an actual plan of them!"