A grey fence blocks the horizon. Behind it used to stand a very ugly building that served as a flea market. It was demolished a few months ago, and now the fence hides a deep hole in the ground—the future foundation of a modern, probably not very ambitious, architectural project.
In front of the fence, there’s a large raised flower bed filled with hundreds of plants. I remember when they were first planted, seemingly without any plan or concept. I love watching how they grow, how nature slowly shapes them into something that feels like a real garden.