Nestled within weathered stone walls, the sunken pool breathes quiet antiquity. Sunlight filters through a latticed canopy, dappling the turquoise water below. Smooth, centuries-old tiles line the basin, their muted blues and greens echoing faded frescoes clinging to the surrounding arches. A single, slender fountain murmurs softly at the center, its gentle splash the only ripple in the profound stillness. Lush ferns spill from carved urns, their fronds kissing the water’s edge. Here, time slows. The heat of the day surrenders to the cool, damp air rising from the depths—a hidden sanctuary where the whispers of the past mingle with the serene hush of the present, inviting quiet contemplation.
