Nearing sunset, the city shines in blocks of color. An illustrated series of lines and crossings; it takes a moment to find where one building starts and another ends. The walls speak the years of wear and tear. The modern hints almost seem out of place. It would be nicer to see them without technology, but I guess that would be hypocritical. Locals make their way through the quiet, cobblestone streets. No matter where you go, no matter how quiet, the walls are bellowing.

It would seem there was no method to the madness, but would also appear to be the standard landscape in these parts. This old city is alive because of its ruins. Every now and then you might amble across an alley that yielded a soft undertone.