A collecting count, a manuscript by Leonardo and a little Versailles hidden in the heathland.
“Welcome, guest. I am the Spirit of the Master Game: the tower that feeds the fountains, and sometimes gives a bit of advice too. For four centuries I have been part guide, part butler.”The Spirit of the Master Game
What the narrator asks you. The answer, and the true fact behind it, is for you to find on the spot.
The Master Game greets you from the end of a long avenue. Here, where the main road splits from the ordinary world, feline statues and two obelisks stand as doormen. Seventeenth-century guests began here. You are in good company.
Around the villa the landscape is not a garden: it is a centuries-long experiment. Heath, pine wood, oak wood: three ways of being a forest. I know them all, but I am a little biased.
In 1610 a Milanese nobleman buys a villa, a press, a farmstead and plenty of projects. The sum? One of those that make even the rich feel poor.
A siren with water gushing from her chest. The name of the fountain says Andromeda, but the lady is not there. Who is there in her place?