Victorian Child's Picture Book

It occurred to me during my morning commute that it might be a symptom of a healthy human ecology if the widest roads in general use were no wider than two lanes. This actually is more of a symptom of my fantasy life which bears a substantial debt to The Shire. That seems like a fine place. In the matter of the roads, those neare to great cities would have to be wider. But the cities themselves would not be the appalling excesses that exist now but would be much smaller and far fewer. Perhaps limited to cobbled London, Gothic Paris, ancient Rome, storied Athens and spirey Baghdad. That this sounds more like the captions on color lithos in a Victorian child's picture book is another symptom of my fantasy life.