The roads were choked with cars and big, noisy, overcrowded buses.
Neon signs blazed down from every building, intermittently bathing passers-by in their multicoloured glare.
Momo, who had never seen any of this before, followed the tortoise in a kind of wide-eyed, waking dream.
They made their way across broad squares and down brightly lit streets.
Cars flashed past them and pedestrians milled around them, but no one looked twice at the child and the tortoise.
They never had to get out of anyone's way, either. Nobody bumped into them, nor did any driver have to brake to avoid them.
The tortoise seemed to know precisely when there would be no car or pedestrian in their path,
so they never had to vary their pace, never had to hurry or to stop and wait.
Momo began to wonder how any two creatures could walk so slowly but travel so fast.
When Beppo finally reached the amphitheater, the feeble glow of his bicycle lamp showed him, even before he dismounted,
that the ground around it was a mass of tire tracks.
He left his bicycle in the grass and ran to the hole in the wall.
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