Ivy on Villa Pisani

Villa Pisani maybe an old lady, however her spirit is as luminous as the day that Evelyna first arrived: Thick green petticoats of ivy that hang down the front of the house are hunched up without ceremony to give a tantalising glimpse of faded red curtain through the window: somewhere there lies the shadow of an arch below which hangs the bleached wooden door. The petticoat moves, fluttering, slightly kissed by the breeze.