It's impossible to define this place with words. A rainy day, plans delayed, yet we can sit on the balcony, in gentle light, listening to the water pattering in the trees, echoed by the Beck lapping below.
There is birdsong, rich velvet greenness, a vivid palette of bronzes, slate, golden yellow and light.
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