When looking down a road you are able to see that the buildings do not line up all together on a right angle. Like cooked teeth they all lean their own ways. The buildings have a certain character which is difficult to put into words. It appears as if they are dancing and laughing with each other, always moving. This leaves me with the idea that when they were built, they were plopped down, without much thought given to how of where the city expanded, it just did. The buildings follow the curvature of the land. Winding around with the roads, sometimes slowly, sometimes fast. They follow the gentle hills of the topography. The roofs never hit the same line. They sing a cozy, drowsy song, inviting you, with their warm ochre facades, to get lost amounts them. Sometimes they mock you when you find yourself lost in their twists and turns.
Even though the buildings are quite similar, they are each different. They have their own specific color harmony, angle, and character.
Even though the buildings are quite similar, they are each different. They have their own specific color harmony, angle, and character.