I remember the scent of the ponds, the scent of jasmine, the scent of wet pebbles, that of plum trees, kumquat, and giant bamboo. Everything was there, and even, in their pond, carp that took their time to live to be a hundred years old. Jean-Claude Ellena
Le Jardin de Monsieur Li tells the story of a Chinese garden between reality and imagination. A place of meditation where strolling and thoughts go hand in hand, where every step gives free rein to the imagination.
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