"They use the system that conceals the shards to reenact the fire," Lowbeer continued, "the result of German incendiary bombs in 1940. Sunset on the second evening is particularly memorable. This way, please." She turned left, down a narrow passageway, the two of them unable to quite walk abreast. Here the odors of the cosplay zone, artificial though he knew them to be, strongly reminded him of how much he disliked them generally. Somewhat away from the fresh manure of the street now, there was an eye-stingingly ammoniac reek of urine. This lessened as they continued, but not entirely.