The patterns made by the light shining on the floor looked like traffic lanes made up of straight lines showing the way to class. When bathed in the light of the morning sun, the hallways of this old convent remind me of the long passages of a space ship. The sun is a skilful architect that draws shadows using perfect lines. Take a walk around the university and you’ll see that there’s nothing obtrusive about the way the light steals across floors and ceilings. It’s pure harmony.