Sea Hell was on expansive, beautifully manicured grounds.
The entrance to the hell (not the hell itself).
The signed hell.
A less that satisfied tenant, in front of the blue Sea Hell.
There was also a tropical hothouse with orchids and many other plants. Some were slightly chewed up, but I still think Martin would have been impressed.
My grandfolks would have loved to see the densely flowering azaleas.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Next time I'm told to go to hell I certainly damn well will! David
Post a Comment