I am in constant amazement at every turn. There exists a certain air or quality in the city of a long and restless slumber, separate from all the activity buzzing on the surface. The air is thick with the centuries, each one adding more and more layers to its composition. Just thinking about is chills my bones. The delicate marriage of antiquity and contemporary life makes me imagine the city as being made up of several places occupying the same space. I feel almost as if i am trespassing in time. I feel at once that i should not be here, and that I have come home.