Theatre Entrance at Villa Pisani

Evelyna never had any children, so when she died she left the house to her poorest nephew; an act of huge generosity. Sadly the unaccustomed wealth was rather more than he could cope with. An unfettered party animal, he spent his wealth in many ways, one of which is the pink theatre buried deep in the English garden.

We walked through the dense foliage to find this silent gem. My friends walked ahead to be gathered up in the cool darkness. The rich mellow sounds of their voices echoed through the evening air. As we sat on the old canvas chairs they sang of romance and fallen summer evenings.