The archaic intricate wooden door before me aroused my curiosity. I was vaguely aware of the creaking hinges as I opened the door and passed excitedly through the dimly lit winding corridor. Walking slowly in awe, I glanced at the crumbling walls contained within the hidden tunnels whose beauty was only enhanced by the passing of centuries. Slowing momentarily, I ran my fingers tenderly along the walls; the surface was cold and as my fingers graced over the worn lines and crevices I imagined an era of classical and vibrant artistic beauty; a European, Christian spiritual movement originating in Florence, inspired by the intellectual, artistic and spiritual expression of Byzantine Greek scholars fleeing the fall of Constantinople, capital of the Roman Empire. The corridor suddenly widened and light flooded into an archaic and beautifully adorned courtyard. Vibrantly coloured facades manifested an aura of a bygone era that I found yearning for deeply; an era of sheer elegance, sophisticated simplicity, cultural vitality and artistic beauty.