Holy shit, what a great way to spend a below-zero evening in January. I went with my little sister and my little sister’s girlfriend and my little sister’s girlfriend’s sister.
We enjoyed a band that takes its cue from Django Reinhardt/Stephane Grappelli: Parisota Hot Club.
The place is amazing, the best of the Victorian greenhouse tradition. And as the band plays on the ambiance changes as daylight fades and becomes dusky, then dark. The music is played on speakers throughout the conservatory, allowing you to walk among those amazing tropical plants while enjoying "Nuages" and "Minor Swing."
The place looks and feels totally different when it’s dark.
It serves as a reminder that when it’s cold outside you better just make your own warmth:
"What a fine frosty night; how Orion glitters; what northern lights! Let them talk of their oriental summer climes of everlasting conservatories; give me the privilege of making my own summer with my own coals."
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