Simba, Zazu, and Nala followed Mufasa along the wide and bright streets, dazed and feeling as if they needed more eyes.
Despite having worked in the trade district at Eastern Lancaster himself, Simba thought that the streets were clean and beautiful compared to those bustling avenues.
In fact, Eastern Lancaster must still be piled full of rotten snow, and yet that wasn't the case for this town. There wasn't a single snowflake on the main streets, and if not for the snow accumulating over the roofs of the buildings beside the streets, Simba would have thought that they were teleported to the mythical southern continent that was warm even in winter.
Moreover, the bleakness of winter that should be present was missing here—even though there weren't many citizens, most shops were still opened for business.