Even buildings seem to pose for golden hour selfies.

Walking towards the cathedral, I was struck by how the fading sunlight seemed to breathe life into its golden bricks. The structure stood tall and resolute, yet there was a warmth to it—a quiet dignity that softened its imposing form. The rounded arches and intricate details hinted at a history that felt both distant and immediate. A couple of birds fluttered near the bell tower as if drawn to its solemn beauty. The air carried a faint chill now, but it was the kind that made you pull your coat closer rather than retreat indoors. I paused at the steps leading up to its heavy wooden doors, wondering how many stories had passed through them over the years. It felt like standing before a keeper of secrets too vast to tell.