I was thinking about it again the other day
I'm not sure of, I can't remember the name
It was down the street from my apartment, I used to go down there pretty often
Once a month or so
It was set back from the street, it had a courtyard garden
A courtyard garden with a winding path, a stone gazebo and four or five trees
It had beautiful tall windows and red stone walls
I never went inside
It was clear to me that I should keep it as it was in my imagination
The most peaceful place