I guess every culture might have its own version
of the monument pole. "Bauta" in Norsk. These
Thai versions were intricately carved with culturally
significant symbols.
The water reservoir was nicely done. The dancing aerators
were set to music -- a bit anachronistic, but not unpleasant.
You only had to accept where you were. Functional for sure.
But there WAS this little guy at the base of the giant
bamboo. He seemed intent on climbing and climbing, but then
he fell back down. We named him Sysiphus.
Just a colorful shot. . . .and then there were roses galore.
Too many to photograph actually. So I didn't.
What is it with engineers? Irama and Keith puzzle over
the map of the gardens. James shrugs with patience.
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