The that the private leads Sol on is not that windy but is is certainly a pleasing one: he is shown through the main areas in the downtown itself, which boasts several main businesses along with some landmarks and the highlight of the culture, the Desert Wind, which looks like a verdant castle fitting into the pastoral city somehow. After downtown comes a mixture of residential areas with a colored population and a business-assortment that seems more mobile than stationary, especially with so many sales carts that are moved by the mare trooper's count at least daily if not moreso.
The City Hall itself is a grandiose pillar of carpentry rising in the very core of Ponyville to reach high into the skies. The style has clear angles, but they are pleasing to the eye, as is the very light vanilla white overall appearance of it, with deep ruch browns serving to let the eye travel along the geometric shapes easily. Sol's guide takes him up an extensive range of stairs that are easy fit for a pony to walk up, bypassing a rough looking group of assorted individuals browsing the billboards - only one look in their way seems to be enough for said individuals for good or ill as nothing more comes from that.
The interior reflects the exterior: pleasing geometric shapes with plenty of angles, light colors, throngs of locals going about their business which is waiting or looking for something/someone.
"Hurry up and wait," the mare smiles quietly to herself. "It's almost like in Basic Training again."