the street signs and the artisanally preserved cobblestone roads, station wagons and all-terrain strollers, acres of dense manicured foliage, palatable lawn signs, self-conscious displays of affinity for particular tradesmen, self-conscious showings of tepid political affiliation, plaques commemorating nothing at all, and you weren’t even allowed to drive normally; not infrequently she’d find herself on a street with a speed limit of 15 mph, like something out of olden times.
