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Monday, May 22, 2023

Portuguese Fairy Tale

The stampede of tourists to Quinta da Regaleira, an early 20th century estate within easy walking distance of the Lawrence's Hotel, didn't make any sense as the desk clerk had assured us it wouldn't be as crowded as Sintra's other palaces on Monday morning.


Like the royal family at the Pena Palace, the Brazilian-born Monteiro the Millionaire knew what he liked: a mixture of architectural styles (Roman, Gothic, Renaissance and Manueline), grottoes, fountains, tunnels and a smattering of semi-occult elements that reflected his highly idiosyncratic taste and spread out over 10 acres on the side of a steep mountain.  It felt a little like walking into a fairy tale.





We probably erred in heading to the the palace first.  By the time we finished touring the interior, the line of Instagrammers waiting to get into the underground Initiation Wells (which look like the tower above, inverted) was 90 minutes long.  They were as popular as Scotland's Fairy Pools.


It didn't surprise me that Quinta da Regaleira's architect was an Italian, and a former set designer.





Chris bragged that the Havlicek Park grotto in Prague was just as beautiful.  I couldn't argue with that.


But the park where he lived for years lacked the statues of man's best friend that were everywhere in this theatrically landscaped estate.


And on the buildings, too.  Look beneath the circular window for a canine standing guard.  I had plenty of time to study this detail while we waited more than half an hour to buy our tickets for Quinta da Regaleira.  But it was totally worth it, even if we did blow off the Initiation Wells.  

 

Friday, January 3, 2020

There Must Have Been Gondolas

Even though I'd been to Vizcaya before--for Miami's White Party, during my circuit senior days--its daytime beauty stunned me.  I guess I must have been more focused on other things.


Owner James Deering funded the vision of Paul Chalfin, his interior decorator, with family money from the International Harvester fortune.   A pronounced fondness for sculpted male nudity suggests the ghosts of this rumored couple enjoyed the flesh-and-blood shenanigans I witnessed in the garden during my first visit.



Imagine throwing a party in this atrium, which first welcomed guests in the 1920s.  Silent-film star Lillian Gish ("Birth of a Nation," the racist classic) was among them.  She brushed past me once when the Film Society of Lincoln Center honored Claudette Colbert in 1984.


A shot of Christine from the balcony, still hung with Christmas garlands.


A view of the villa as it appears from a gazebo on Biscayne Bay.


Chris, Thom & Randy on the steps.


Here's John Singer Sargent's portrait of the master of the house.  It hangs in the Metropolitan Museum of Art.


The over-the-top furnishings are original.




I love this rug.


Thom couldn't believe the size of the second-floor kitchen.



So many gorgeous details.














The stone barge in front of the villa and the Venetian bridge beggar belief.  So camp!



There must have been gondolas once to ferry guests to the barge.


Chris peeking out from the gazebo.


The view of the barge from the gazebo.


The entrance to the garden, designed by Diego Suarez, a Colombian landscape architect. It's enormous and every bit as impressive as the villa.





Spooky, too.


This we can reproduce at the Folly!




Not one but two grottos.