Walking thoughtfully over the massive expanse of wrought iron bridge adorned with giant figures from classical mythology, I paused to look at the fast flowing waters of this great river coursing its way through the heart of Europe. After long moments, I continued walking across the bridge while glancing at the diversity of people with their various facial expressions, as each went about their daily life. Hurrying down a busy road the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and croissants warmly greeted me. As I continued walking, I gradually becoming aware of the sounds of traffic mingled with the smell of cigarettes; their fumes drifting in the cool morning air of winter. Suddenly, the road opened up into the central square, the heart of the city. I looked out yonder; my eyes were transfixed on a figure astride a horse, noble and dignified in bearing. It seemed as if this mysterious king was surveying the magnificence of the city, manifested in the beautifully arrayed buildings along the tree lined streets and gently rising hills crowned by a cathedral in the distance.