In telling of the city of Kallidome, it is common for tourists to describe some favorite view of theirs in the postcards- the grand promenade at the foot of the mountain; the edge of the canals; the footbridges with the red-covered roofs; the dam at the old falls; the great bridge with the countinghouses; the networks of ministries and parliament buildings or the old walls with cannons and storehouses.
Kallidome is a city of postcards, of footprints, of glimpses and anecdotes. It is never told at once and never finished quickly. Kallidome’s beauty stems from its richness of division. Partitioned and closed, the city restricts its points of view, staging the frames through which men may perceive it.
Cities can surprise and excite because they leave things unsaid as often as they make gestures. Like a great house, the city has many rooms and windows. It never reveals itself all at once, nor can its form ever be at once known from both inside and out. .