“The blend of classical architecture manifesting perfect symmetry and mosaic floor was beautiful to behold”

The clicking sound of footsteps echoed distinctly within the almost deserted arcade.  A long glass ceiling contrasted against the chequered floor. The blend of classical architecture in perfect symmetry was beautiful to behold. . Slowly, the smell of freshly roasted coffee, permeated by the conversation of people enjoying the simplicities of life pierced my reverie.  Slowly, I became aware of  the various cafes, restaurants and artisan shops manifesting the vibrancy European culture that stretched out before me.

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“I could envisage people sitting in the cafe, chatting over coffee and hugging their cup for warmth on this cold winter day”

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. Walking in the midst of the city I came across an arcade, formed by an honour guard of Classical Grecian columns adorned with a domed roof of the Renaissance period. 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.

 

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“I saw a tower reaching skywards towards a magnificent dome surrounded within an embrace of steel and glass”

Passing through the crowd of people, I calmly walked between the noisy throng, gravitating towards an open space permeated by light. Suddenly, I saw a tower reaching skywards towards a magnificent dome surrounded within an embrace of steel and glass. The sight was both spectacular and strange. The colossus, so tall and strong, seemed striking yet misplaced. I found myself standing in awe. The vibrancy and complexity of civilisation manifested within the architectural themes of cities never ceased to amaze me. It seems that cities continually redefine themselves in their own unique way. The sculptors that provide the energy behind this change are the various people throughout history leaving their influences as determined by the cultural forces at play.

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“The sophistication of European flair, manifested itself powerfully in a masterful combination”

My footsteps echoed ever so softly as I mounted the stairs lightly upon the rich woollen carpet that graced the long hallway and staircase. Turning around I glanced at the winding stairwell, an artwork of symmetry and classical elegance. Before me, the sophistication of European flair, manifested itself powerfully in a masterful combination of architectural forms. I paused deeply in thought, yearning for a bygone era, to experience that which only existed within my childlike imagination.

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“Walking along the deserted street, my muffled footsteps permeated the silence with striking clarity”

Walking along the deserted street, my muffled footsteps permeated the silence with striking clarity. The glow of lamps cast a golden haze across the cobblestone pathway and archaic buildings. The stillness of the night was as profound as the smell of winter rainfall, lingering in the air. Walking along, I noticed the various cracks across the facade of buildings, a historical tapestry weaved from the renaissance to the present day. Forlorn yet faded, it seemed as though the passage of time could not efface the beauty these stones, heralding a bygone era.

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“The stillness of the night was as profound as the smell of winter rainfall, lingering in the air”

The large wooden door simplistically adorned beckoned me to enter the deserted street. It was late in the evening; the glow of lamps cast a golden haze across the cobblestone pathway and archaic buildings. The stillness of the night was as profound as the smell of winter rainfall, lingering in the air. Walking along, I noticed the various cracks across the facade of buildings, a historical tapestry weaved from the renaissance to the present day. The scene was forlorn, yet it seemed as though the harsh passage of time could not entirely efface the beauty these stones, heralding a bygone era.

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“For long moments I stared out from the river bank, silent, a lone silhouette in the stillness of the night”

Yonder, across the great expanse of water an archaic building guarded the entrance to the old city along the river bank. Illuminated by the golden glow of street lamps, a warm light reflected in the calm, steady flow of the river. The whirling of the wind intermingled with the gentle sound of waters flowing. My thoughts drifted from the nearby bridge towards the old city with its magnificent blend of classical and renaissance architecture, unique and mesmerising to behold. I pondered an era, long ago that somehow I deeply yearned for. For long moments I stared out from the river bank, silent, a lone silhouette in the stillness of the night. Deep in reverie, my thoughts were entranced and calmed by the beautiful golden glow on the mysterious waters.

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