Finally, as night falls, he repairs to his attic bedroom to sleep, lying down on a sofa clad in a "Pergola Shades" weave that reminds him of the half-light that reigned under the pergolas of his childhood. Through the half-open window a gentle breeze caresses the "Coup de Vent" sheers and wallpaper where young bindweed runs riot. Even more magic, now as the wall disappears, mysterious far horizons emerge.
Dream or reality? Who knows - but our host is already gone, off on his permanent quest for fascinating new plants