" They were now in the Italian section of the city, which Kaira said was called North Beach, but he didn’t see any sand or water. The streets were lined with Italian restaurants, cafés, bookstores, and other small shops. One shop sold nothing but old postcards. “It’s not a beach,” Kaira explained. “It’s just called that.” “Kind of like Camp Green Lake,” said Armpit. "

― Louis Sachar , Small Steps (Holes, #2)