The Bridge is a haunting, almost spiritual place. 

The large majestic concrete pillars with their enigmatic graffiti are almost like temple art.

Their shadows create dramatic shafts of light in the early morning and sunset, and shimmering reflections in the dark water. Sometimes moving and sometimes crystal still.

At quiet times of day, it is a place for meditation. As the water reflects sunlight on the ceiling and drips from the roof echo in the cave-like space.

Kubla Khan BY SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE

Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A stately pleasure-dome decree:

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran

Through caverns measureless to man

Down to a sunless sea.