Chattering children in brilliant colors, voluble women and talkative men in quieter but no less picturesque costumes, stream on in kaleidoscopic continuity.

And you, carried along by the current, wander thus for miles with the tide of pleasure-seekers, till, late at night, when at last you turn reluctantly homeward, you feel as one does when wakened from some too delightful dream.
Or instead of night, suppose it day and the place a temple.

With those who are entering you enter too through the outer gateway into the courtyard.

At the farther end rises a building the like of which for richness of effect you have probably never beheld or even imagined.

In front of you a flight of white stone steps leads up to a terrace whose parapet, also of stone, is diapered for half its height and open latticework the rest.