This time I enjoyed it all. The colorful sights: street art, balconies, pastel colors, cobble-stoned streets, slate roofing, secret gardens, courtyards and specially those huge oaks filtering light reflecting moss shades on the ground. The sounds are a bit more complex to describe. There was some jazz, some blues, some gypsy folk and the guy playing the violin on a street corner, the construction machinery operating ' the day, a cacophony that somehow sounded like a party celebrating the everyday.