The sun had set and the lamps glowed above the streets with sharp yellow spears one every twenty feet on both sides along our way. Illuminated by the soft light, the cobblestone paths made for a dreamy stroll. As we rounded each new corner we were greeted by another twisting row of lamps houses and small storefronts. Some of the doors were painted bright blue or purple but the houses themselves crammed tightly together were all whitewashed stone.