Shaun H.
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The day was bright but the Old Fort seemed to absorb the light when we walked in. Our guide didn’t rush, and that made the small things louder—how many names can fit on a wall, how narrow a doorway can feel. Then you step into the Constitutional Court and it’s like someone opened a window in your chest.
Art, wood, glass, and sunlight make the room feel human instead of remote. I sat for a minute and watched people come and go with a quiet respect you can’t fake. On the steps outside the city spread out like a postcard and I felt oddly hopeful.