Warmth and candlelight.
Feet treading on plush carpet.
The smell of incense delighting in nostrils.
Open the door to: a woodland grove, a feast, a pagan wedding, Miss Havisham’s final farewell party, a magic land, a heavenly dinner, a bohemian’s parlour, a sumptuous repast, an artist’s welcome, a feast – no – a banquet, where the gods will watch us as we make merry and tarry a while in this liminal space.
Photos by Aneta Marguerites