The main walled garden was protected by high walls and an incredibly ornate gate made of wrought iron. We pushed forward through the tall gate, that stood nearly as high as the walls of the garden. It let out a low, steady hum as we entered, and closed with a gentle clang behind us.

We moved down the center path where a mix of flowers and plants on either side grew so eager in the summer sun that they skittered out, obscuring the path, their stamens heavy with pollen, petals dusted in yellow. Bees and butterflies wavering through the air like suspended confetti.