This city is a jumble. The people are milling about everywhere. Many have taken up residence in the streets, and thereby impede all movement.
We have spent a good part of the morning trying to find a way through to the harbor area. No street runs straight. We would choose a likely prospect only to be disappointed when it lead to a dead end or took a turn to the opposite direction.
Everyone we ask either doesn’t know where the harbor is located or didn’t even know there was one. Seems we are all new to the city. And all strangers.
Then turning one corner, first Elijah then I heard the melody I had awakened to just two days ago.