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Created on: June 02, 2008 Last Updated: July 22, 2008
It is summer, I'm in little country witch by the area is small, but about garden and parks is the most outspread in the world. From many gardens that I see, the most impressive and prettiest was Japanese Garden in Monte Carlo, Monaco. Absolutely the city Monte Carlo is one of most beautiful Mediterranean and worldwide city, but for that in other occasion.
Monte Carlo is built at rocky region. In one of many with enormous dimensions rock is located parking garage at strays. The exit from garage is on tops flour. Climbing upon stair I don't expect that on the exit from garage I can see something that can stay long in my memory. The stairs goes till one white door, simple door witch resemble to entry door of house. I open that door and in front of my eyes I see astonishing beauty, something divine and incredibly pretty and I say to my self:
- Ah, what is this, whether is dream, maybe I'm dreaming?
My sister goes with me.
- Do you see this beauty or maybe I'm dreaming? - I ask her.
- This is maybe a dream, but if is it, whether can dream like this beauty? - She answers me.
- Open all yours senses and still every little detail from this amazing beauty - I say to her.
- Don't talk any more - she put forefinger on nose and lips - enjoy - she say to me.
In front of my eyes there was repletion of colors and shapes. The trees were precisely shaped with perfect form, like they draw by the instruments. Every tree have shape they on and the shape do not repeat with other tree in a garden. The bushes have different forms and colors, and together with grass they complete that green picture. That green picture was holiday for eyes, and from time to time the colors of flowers "darken" that green picture, but attract the attention. In the middle of a garden have little lake that was separate from green surface with rocks, the rocks from one side of lake was in elliptical shapes but from other side in unduly form. The lake at the ends have red bridges build in Japanese style. In lake have fishes who's swim with different colors, reds, yellows, oranges, grays, whites and they combinations. At the middle of lake have islet with Bonsai tree and tree look like have nests instead limbs. From right site have plants with thin high stems and white flowers. In garden was a teahouse, but not in functions because garden was public and ticket free. Teahouse has bench in the middle so the visitors can sit down and rest.
By that time I haven't see Japanese Garden, but then I understand the true mining of word horticulture, and even if don't descend from Japan, there is most advanced, true harmony between nature and human.
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