The primness and properness of the park was unsettling. No plant jutted out where it shouldn't, no weed grew where it was not supposed to, and the leaves were all properly cut and trained to look their best. The park seemed to come right out of some Victorian guide for a perfect garden.
I could identify there only with the vandals. Someone had painted inoffensive graffiti on one of the walls there, and the staff were removing it out. It was the only part of the park I found natural and 'real'.
The plants on the last picture(right) are in what;s called 'vertical gardens'. Since they spent all the little space that was available to make the place romantic, they had little place for 'real' plants, so they have this vertical garden. They have shrubs, ferns, small plants that don't look very attractive, and all the 'normal' plants you have in a real garden in those vertical gardens, so that they can at least be called a garden.
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