No actual plot, just a series of very short vignettes of cities each of which embodies some aspect of human social interactions, told as a set of reminiscences by Marco Polo to his ruler / leader / captor, the Great Khan. Some of them are pretty vivid; they would have been more memorable if I weren’t on a red-eye flight reading them.
That’s too bad. Under Heaven is the only one of Kay’s books I’ve not yet read.
I’ll still probably read it soon anyway.
And maybe re-read Sailing to Sarantium, which is by far my favourite.