Not a living museum, simply alive with a past flowing into present. There were shops then, as there are now, where the locals, and travelling businessmen and tourists shopped. In the best of times the streets would thrive well into the night. There would be laughter and eating, chatter and drinking, barter and trading, just as there will be tonight. I come back that night.
Night always settles on a different world.
Streets illuminated by whatever light escapes the buildings. The length of one street lined with bright red lanterns. The gates and towers outlined with strings of coloured lights flickering in the blackness. In the daylight people and the outlines of buildings catch the eye. At night, the shop interiors glowing, I am drawn to what the shopkeepers would like me to see.