Ankh-Morpork was sprawling, noisy, and smelly, . There were banners and decorations everywhere. 
The city of Ankh-Morpork sprawled, sprawlingly, over the area where two main roads and a large river met and, as is the way with such places, grew like an out-of-control fungus. The river Ankh, was a little corpulent in its lower reaches, meandered through the city like a vast, unmoving oozing substance.
Ankh-Morpork, biggest city in the world. It was said that you could walk from one side of the city to the other on the rooftops. This was not true. There were buildings on the way.
 Ankh-Morpork  was not round and shiny, but the inhabitants had got the idea that the other ones are meant. They had built a city to match their dreams and had been quite surprised when they woke up in it to find that it looked like a bit of a dump.
There was no city in the world quite like Ankh-Morpork. The new visitor wandering wide-eyed through its streets could be forgiven for thinking that he was in a magnificent city of gold, studded with glittering gems, shining under the light of a benevolent sun.
The city of Ankh-Morpork had many streets, and all of them, sooner or later, led to the Patrician’s Palace.

Ankh-Morpork is built on loam, loam with a high organic content, and therefore the whole place is slowly sinking into a soft surface which was once many fields and marshes. This has given it a rather rickety aspect, with a tendency to lean this way and that, like an intoxicated city.




