The School wasn't much to look at. It was a small campus, squarely built, with a large courtyard in the centre.
It was surrounded by an iron fence, making it look and feel more like a prison than a centre of learning. The gate had been left open, swaying gently in the early afternoon breeze.
A stone path led from the pavement to a flight of wide, weathered steps, which must have been a nightmare to climb when wet.
Before I even got to them, the double doors, large, brown, wooden, with two brass handles set at about chest height swung inward, and a young woman, hurried, holding a stack of papers against her chest dashed past me.
She nodded as she passed, acknowledging my presence, if nothing else, turned left, and ran up the street.
Curious. Well, at least the doors are open now.
I climbed the steps and walked into a wide passageway, wooden offices that ended about halfway into the room on either side, signs written above them.
