[This is a valid question and the answer is probably no. He smiles at the response, regardless-- he's calm enough, at least, and it certainly means enough to Tanjiro that he's found a companion. He imagines Zenitsu is similar. He follows his line of sight to the city and ignores the tightness in his chest it causes-- he doesn't much care for populated areas, being the mountain kid that he is.]

[He nods, still looking things over.]

Really different. No one is dressed the same or sounds the same, or... anything. I've never seen anything like it, not even in bigger cities.