You round to the farthest edge of the walkway to the entrance of this place, to the silent side where the day and night mingle in their final moments before dawn's completeness. the deep inland windowsills here, with their foreign new manufacture glow in the skewed light, and scatter warm rays across the floor in much depleted intensity, the curve around the eastern bend of the continued cloister is almost blinding in comparison to the shadows of this place. The warmth of the coming day creeps across the floor over your sandals between the grout of the floor stones. The cloister continues in pattern unobstructed to your left and right, and on the inner, older wall, two passages deeper into the complex.