Walking down the main thoroughfare, The Promenade of Reflection, one observes that the streets are not gray asphalt but porous, warm-hued stone that captures rainwater to feed the hanging mist-gardens of every balcony. There are no traffic lights, for there are no cars. The city is a network of pedestrian boulevards, winding canals filled with koi, and gentle slopes. People walk, cycle, or glide on soft-tread hover-platforms. It is a city of strollers, not commuters.
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