CHAPTER 8
“What do you think of the city so far, Munraz?”
The noise of the merchants and traffic had lessened, partly with the close of the day, and partly because they had entered a more wealthy and private district. Many of the compounds they passed occupied an entire block, and their discrete stuccoed walls were well maintained.
“There are so many streets they have to name them,” Munraz said, trying to keep his voice down and avoid a scornful look from Zep Pangwit.
He c****d his head at the characters on the walls of the compunds or individual buildings at the corners, sometime accompanied by an illustration. The gates of the compounds were marked by the family names or, less frequently as they penetrated further into this district, by business concerns.
Penrys pointed out the tops
