Passing through the heart of a city, I was suddenly inundated with a mélange of buildings, advertisements, clamour of traffic, smell of food stalls and rush of people from all walks of life, unfolding before my very eyes. The various expressions on people’s’ faces, especially those sprawled on the pavement evoked a pang of compassion making me reflect “I’d love to know that person’s life story”. Looking around while dodging the constant stream of people, I was captivated by the classical architecture that seemed to silently stand out, marked by stark simplicity and elegant beauty, reminiscent of a past era. Walking in the midst of the city I came across an arcade, formed by an honour guard of Classical Doric Grecian columns supporting a domed roof reflective of the Renaissance period with Baroque adornments. Designed within the Victorian Period, it manifested the beauty of past European eras, merged into a brilliant architectural style. In the distance a waiter was preparing tables for the forthcoming day; I could envisage people sitting in the cafe, chatting over coffee and hugging their cup for warmth on this cold winter day.