
“Fog, mist, sun, rain and twilight are the forces that, in endless alternation, clothe the great nests of stone with ever new colours, fusing their forms, making them more coherent, even monumental; building a world of colourful wonders out of the poorest courtyards, out of the most desolate regions.
They mould the seemingly unchanging piles of stone into an eternal, ever-changing being. A single person could never exhaust all this richness; they have enough to do just to experience what their surroundings, their courtyard, their house, their streets they passes through every day, offer them.”
August Endell, “Die Schönheit der Großen-Stadt”, 1908