The Garden

We spent an evening here the other day. There was hardly anyone when we arrived and the was a sense of calm was broken only by the sound of the trickling water. It’s a peaceful little place,  ideal for my Mischief Maker* - a place where he was able to play in a safe place.

The fact that it also happens to be the President’s (and formerly the Grand Master’s) Kitchen Garden is just a minor detail. It feels good to be surrounded by history nearly everywhere we go. It gives a sense of continuity - to me, at least. Four long centuries have passed since these gardens were first used. But that does not mean that more recent times were forgotten or neglected. Mickey and Donald look quite at home here, don’t you think? Although, admittedly, they could do with some more fur and feathers of the leaf variety. I guess the sweltering heat doesn’t really help. Hopefully they will perk up during the rainy season.

*I’ve decided that from now on I will stop referring to my son as ‘the little one’ since he is not exactly little anymore. So from now on, he will be known as the Mischief Maker - and that suits him perfectly.                                                          

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The Kitchen Garden

San Anton Palace

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