We stood suspiciously in front of a row of tightly shuttered windows, there was no other option. One of the shutters was loose, however it only pulled open partway and made a racket that echoed off the high walls on either side of us. It was about 9AM, and people were still busily traveling down the narrow street to work or the market, and so the opportune time to climb inside never came. The cool, musty air seeped out of the shutter and taunted us as the minutes slowly rolled by. Soon there was only a man with a briefcase and a woman with a carriage on the street, and they watched us clamor into the narrow opening with a curiosity and perhaps a touch of disgust.
It was a beautiful old place, and a bit maze-like which was fun; I hope I got to see all of it. The courtyard fascinated me as it was a sea of dark ivy, invading the insides of the buildings and spreading up the facades. The corridors tunneled through the mass, almost as if they were built to shelter people from the wild foliage instead of the weather.