Double horseshoes, more orange than I had imagined. Maybe it was the art historical photo that engrained black and white in my brain, a zebra-like pattern in three dimensions. It was like the beauty of a half-dream, the marvels I see when I close my eyes, repeating like and orchard, regularly in all directions.
The Catholics managed not to ruin it. It is no more beautiful with their church erected in its core, but I can sense the love and respect for the Moors in the Catholic architect’s plan. The traditions merge peacefully, a surprise given the inquisition’s bloody history.
Rachel challenged me: if I’m going to Design, make something that lasts one thousand years.
That’s a good challenge.
