As you wander through the town you see dozens of narrow streets with ancient stonework. As you look closer, you can tell some dwellings are much older, and newer ones are built around and even over them, several times over.
The dwellings are not very large, but dot the nearby hills and mountain slopes. The further up you travel, the more winding the path becomes and the more stone-like they appear.
Hourglass-shaped doors are set in the cliff face at regular intervals. As you check inside of several, they all seem nearly the same size. A few have stone stairs that lead into other rooms of other homes. It's all very interconnected, like a beehive might be.
Furniture other than stone is sparse, and mostly finely chiseled out of the mountain itself. Where boulders were, became tables, chairs, counters and beds. Wear can be seen on the surface of each--not from time's age, but from the many hands that wore them smooth.
You find storage, but nothing of use that hasn't rotted or wasted away in the millennia since its use.
Along some of the higher slopes, you see some etchings in the guardrail-like walls of stone. They are crude and scratchy, and look as if children made them. They must have played here often.
After about half an hour's climb, the stone steps begin to narrow, and the dwellings become less frequent. The road continues upward with broken slab and fewer guardrails. Plants seem to grow less and less up here, turning from tree to shrub to grass to weed, and finally to lonely rock.
At the very top, after about a four hour climb, you find a few towers. They are again hewn into the stone itself, and slightly damp. It looks as if these were watchtowers that looked over the city, or else, out over the expanse of sky behind the island. Inside one you find what would have been comfortable lodgings.
The view over the city is amazingly clear, and you can see clear to the end of the valley. Outside the opposite window, you can see nothing but blue be-speckled with white. Occasionally, bodies of cloud and icy rain make their way by, and their steaming mist drifts along behind the islandlike a tail.
