This is a rather spiritually dark city. Though very powerful--it hasn't been emptied out. These things are still living questions. But a jedi (shouldn't it be jedus?) has to tread carefully, wake early, and avoid the crowds. Rooms a bit lightless and airless, and some other difficulties there. Slogging through.
On my last visit, it struck me that it was a city under two shadows--the second being the realpolitik alliances with my part of the world, among others. And there is some distant Jeffersonian gleam there of a religiously devout, yet diverse, republic. But at the same time, speaking as a patriot, our realpolitik-inclined apparachiks aren't our best folks. And the local tendency seems to be to polarization and possession rather than founding a diverse republic.
The jedi wakes early, runs, reads, and tries to avoid thinking about the theatre festival in Transylvania that he'd much rather be at this week. Not pining, exactly, but one does plan these paths so that one can tap the wells and replenish the inner strength, and while there's safe quarters and reasonably priced coffee and kefir nearby, this oasis is not inhabited by my people.