There was music from my neighbor’s house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars. — F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
The candlelit courtyard at Le Vallauris
I kept thinking of the above quote during my most recent dining experience at Le Vallauris. Jay Gatsby would have felt quite at home dining in Paul Bruggeman’s elegantly imagined tree-laced garden of a courtyard. (To call it a patio would be to do it a grave disservice.) On this perfect Palm Springs evening, lights flickered […]
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