So take your time, breathe in the scent of the lemon trees, let the breeze remind you that yes, this is real life, and maybe even forget, for just a moment, that you still have to pay for lunch.
They overhung the archway, thrust themselves between the bars of the great gate with a sweet welcome to passers-by, and lined the avenue, winding through lemon trees and feathery palms up to the villa on the hill.
Along the walls on the village side all was dusty, the wriggling vines, the lemon and eucalyptus trees, the casual wheel-barrow, left only a moment since, but already grown into the path, atrophied and faintly rotten.
Markets at the top of the income distribution have also been fattened by a surge in asset prices in recent years, notes Paul Lejouet of Citigroup, another bank.