History is a layering system which propagates through seedlings from which others grow out;

Here we have an old shell of a building dating to those days of the sail, when around her, everybody was connected to the building of those sea faring hulls, hugging the winds towards an hopeful destiny; this stone layered structure grew out from that sedimentary stone which is a direct product from sea shells from other times, other seas long gone;

Now, the last of its kind to still be 'intact' along that lower town commercial pedestrian narrow boulevard, it is awaiting a fate which even the Gods would not wish to hand upon such a long lived entity, relatively speaking, since indians were the owners off all that was around, 4 or 5 hundred years ago, a mere interlude as societal have stretched themselves through millennials, forever repeating the same old songs of conquest, wars, killings, addressed towards a non existant god or deity, for the love of what?