A walk through Orangerie in Strasbourg is like a passage through two close yet distant seasons. The air is quasi-crisp and the sky is ice-blue.

The trees hold on to their last colourful autumn leafs. If you listen carefully, you might hear the trees sigh as they let them go. Accompanied by an almost imperceptible sound, the leafs find solace on the ice-green grass for a hoped for last touch of warmth.

The rays of sun rejoice in the billions of frozen drops on petals of late autumn garden flower beds. They are the garden’s emeralds and diamonds of the season.

The birds are silent, as they make it through this passage of seasons. The lake tries on a new thin layer of ice, as swans ignore it in their impertubable grace.