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 and I used to go by there pretty often once a month or so It was set back from the street by 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