The large obscure wooden door adorned with cast iron decorations seemed barely visible in the quiet street. Looking around at the old cobblestone street and archaic buildings, the place seemed so quiet. All alone, my thoughts were resonating with the words “I wonder what lay beyond the door”?. Slightly hesitant, yet unperturbed, and filled with childlike excitement I pushed the door which groaned heavily and proceeded up the dimly lit passageway. The walls on either side had faded; the passage of time had allowed cracks to weave a wonderful tapestry. It was dark and quiet however as I continued walking up this narrow winding corridor; suddenly light began to suffuse the corridor which opened up into a picturesque courtyard. A wonderful combination of colours decorating old doors, blue stone floors beautiful archaic fountains and facades caused me to marvel at the simplistic beauty of the picturesque courtyard before me, bathed in the morning light. The gentle sound of music, serene and beautiful made me yearn for an era long ago.