GREECE 



The Wistaria Bower , Palais Royale^ Athens 



TT 7ISTARIA has a very lovable trait. It can 

 * * never learn to grow ungracefully. It 

 can never droop its grape-like bunches of mauve- 

 blue blossom, nor twirl the tender fronds of its 

 yellow-green foliage in any way but a perfect 

 one. But if such a thing were thinkable as the 

 perfecting of perfection, then it would be found 

 in the early days of May in the Wistaria Bower 

 of the royal gardens in Athens. Here an ancient 

 and vigorous vine, of the Japanese bloom, climbs 

 to the top of a wide long woodwork trellis 

 roofing in the heart of the cool deep paradise, 

 and, in an overshadowing embrace, sends down 

 the far green aisle an even canopy of richest 

 blossom, a dream of tender and sympathetic 

 colouring, a fairy grotto of mauve stalactite 

 turned to flowers breathing out a floating per- 



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