Last seen in the mists of autumn.
Not much has changed, but the vegetation.
The leaning house is still leaning but less obviously so:

The colours are flashier:

And there ARE colours.
The light is just more mellow:

And there is light.
The faux Etruscan bench is still leaning:

And even the urns seem to be blooming:

I had not seen that one the last time around:

I had to go over a fence to steal that glimpse.
Or to take a closer look at this Pratchettian beauty:

Otherwise the giants are still misbehaving:

Or monsters gaping just as much as before (are the tourists so ugly or so strange to their eyes?)

The elephant just as murderous (on account of a toothache):

But the monsters seem somewhat sedate, smothered in a sea of green.

The place more inviting, the dreams more pervading.

I'd like to see it under snow, next.
Who knows? Maybe, one day?
Next: Amongst the graves of the English graveyard (another return)
Not much has changed, but the vegetation.
The leaning house is still leaning but less obviously so:

The colours are flashier:

And there ARE colours.
The light is just more mellow:

And there is light.
The faux Etruscan bench is still leaning:

And even the urns seem to be blooming:

I had not seen that one the last time around:

I had to go over a fence to steal that glimpse.
Or to take a closer look at this Pratchettian beauty:

Otherwise the giants are still misbehaving:

Or monsters gaping just as much as before (are the tourists so ugly or so strange to their eyes?)

The elephant just as murderous (on account of a toothache):

But the monsters seem somewhat sedate, smothered in a sea of green.

The place more inviting, the dreams more pervading.

I'd like to see it under snow, next.
Who knows? Maybe, one day?
Next: Amongst the graves of the English graveyard (another return)
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