The city beams with thousand of tiny lights. They seem to float in the air as if little fairies had placed them meticulously. At the square, the merry-go-round reads at the top: ‘Ever Time Riding’. The woman reminisces ‘The Immaginarium of Doctor Parnassus’ and smiles.
Is this a city of lights? The Doctor asks.
No and yes, she replies.
Doctor Parnassus twinkles at her:
I thought I was the lunatic.
For me this is the city of books, she says, books can be dazzlingly bright, you know?
My, my! We’re all mad here, The Cheshire Cat hisses.