The streets of Zoudin Zos do not extend, like those of other great cities, deep into the flatlands in homogenous grids. Its blight does not swell. This city stretches thin, petering quickly into colorful country shacks perched where the mountains rise steeply. Quarters ascend shifty staircases and jut from rocks, and the old ladies trudge confidently to the high posts every morning without complaint.
Before mountains looming, Zoudin Zos embraces the bay, bursting forth from the land in miraculous twin piers – swarthy and colorful and delightful. Boatmen charge a small fare for passage from the eastern pier to the western. Ferries link the twin casinos, and the ride is popular with day trippers. There is talk of building aerial trams to link the two ends of the city and funiculars to climb the hills. Today, Zoudin Zos is a city of piers and ferries. Tomorrow, it will be a city of tramways and funiculars and ferris wheels.