Close your eyes for a moment and you will be right back there in that house in the country, memories of moments spent during your childhood.
Sitting at the mirror, she touches up her make-up, clasps on a thin string of small/delicate pearls and adds an embracing, velvety perfume.
Rice is like a backdrop, a rhythm that has been marking the passage of oriental civilisations for thousands of years, constituting an element of union and the sharing of a harmony that goes beyond borders and races.
A subtle invitation to evoke the seduction of the Maharajahs’ gardens in the preciousness of sumptuous clothing and in the charm of the Thousand and One Nights tales.
You can almost feel the pleasant warmth of the sunshine as it caresses your skin and the lazy to and fro of your hammock.
