architectural travel entry: one

We entered the court through the arch, a drummer was playing, the beat echoed, the coolness of the air and the soft misty drops of rain added to the intrigue of this place. It was dim in the court and as I viewed the light and shadow playing on the stone I saw in the distance the light glowing from the pyramid.

It was quiet, few people were there just shadows and silhouettes in the distance.  The sound of the drums had dissipated as we passed through the second arch.  The fountains were off and the romantic sounds from a violinist was faintly coming to life as I looked at the black pools of still water reflecting the beautiful glow of the glass pyramid.  With just enough light to make out the opposing foreground and background of new and old it was a surreal and for a moment nothing else existed but myself and this place.

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