[...] there are just as many furtive-looking parties standing at the edges asking whether anyone passing by has an extra ticket for sale, or would like perhaps to sell their own, as there aer scalpers. The scalpers and weird people asking to be scalped seem not even to notice one another, all of them calling softly at once, and this makes the last pre-Gate stretch of the promenade kind of surreally sad, a study in missed connection.