Side by side, the people and dinosaurs crowd the broad avenues, the street markets, the grand open-air theaters. I can only compare the spectacle to a Paris in which the doors of the zoological gardens have been thrown open and hippos lounge in the marble fountains of Versailles while sidewalk cafes cater to amiable rhinos. Yet at its outer fringes, Pooktook lacks much of this cosmopolitan flavor. In the gathering darkness, carpenters and wheelwrights, potters and tinsmiths were still at work, accompanied by much banter and laughter. Most of the houses were open to the evening air, exhaling breaths of curry and cider.