Normandy

Here's a blurb of how Klip feels about Normandy, France.

The tram ended up being nearly empty, the rush wouldn’t be here for at least another hour. I set my own hours, it was a nice perk. I wouldn’t have to be jammed into a car with fifty other people, all going to the same place.

The residential district of Normandy was twenty minutes due south of the business district, which was damn inconvenient, I never liked living within spitting distance of that many people. However miserable I was being so close to everyone else, there was one redeeming quality. The buildings rose from the ground, instead of burrowing within it. I’d spent enough time underground to resent it, and it made me glad that most of my job was above ground, in the sunshine. I had heard stories about places with trees, green leaves reaching for the sky. I often imagined what they would look like from my tram window, stationary beauty in a fast moving world.