[ The power of suggestion is, naturally, quite effective in any realm which Abel has created, and as the warm, yellow illumination in the cabin begins to fade, to turn to the far softer hue of natural light, the scene changes drastically.
It's a perfectly pleasant afternoon, though the sky is a bit grey, just this side of colorless, above the noisy, crowded plaza. Abel is still seated, perched on the edge of a very large, rather extravagant fountain, a map held up in front of his face and his suitcase by his feet. Both the train and the station are far behind them, and though Abel is a little exhausted from the trip, he's still as upbeat as ever. ]
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[ The power of suggestion is, naturally, quite effective in any realm which Abel has created, and as the warm, yellow illumination in the cabin begins to fade, to turn to the far softer hue of natural light, the scene changes drastically.
It's a perfectly pleasant afternoon, though the sky is a bit grey, just this side of colorless, above the noisy, crowded plaza. Abel is still seated, perched on the edge of a very large, rather extravagant fountain, a map held up in front of his face and his suitcase by his feet. Both the train and the station are far behind them, and though Abel is a little exhausted from the trip, he's still as upbeat as ever. ]
Uh, which street did you say that was, again?