View of the central courtyard of our apartment building

It appears the sun may not even shine down into the narrow court for very long, if at all, during the day. But with all the other windows looking out into the central area, the lines strung to hang laundry, the heat and humidity of the city pressing in through the window, it reminds me of the rear courtyard we had when I spent my summers in Chicago on North Sawyer. We don't even have grass down below, just tile and cement (and bags of concrete -- must be renovating here too). It's plain, but it's similar to something I've seen before, and if nothing else I'll have a window to look out from. Even if all we can see are other people's pants hanging in the air three stories above us.