I love to discover. Old takes on new. But it’s not shiny and flashing, only crusty and flaking. More life hidden within the cracks.
They’re places from another life. Nature that has seen the times, and withstood time. Monuments that were monumental in their time, but lost their meaning or importance somewhere along the life line.
They’re often built to then be forgotten. That is their fate. Sadder their grandeur, but better for explorers, like you and I.