You then feel that you are in a savage world in which anything could happen.
The second terrace awaits. The Banquet Terrace, a gigantic stone dining room for a banquet of stones.
The gods preside over the table.
Jupiter and his brother, Neptune, invite you to take a seat at this magnificent, monolithic table.
As soon as the meal started, another lever was pushed and, behind the guests, jets of water spurted up, the water from the left ending up on the right, the water from the right ending up on the left, sheltering and keeping the guests cool under what was called at the time a water arch.
A gargoyle spat out the banquet's water.
Two Graces were there to serve the Olympian gods.
One is the
Grace of the Day, an admirable Mannerist pastiche of the sculptures of Antiquity, the other, the
Nymph of the Night. The Nymph of the Night is faceless. Night is faceless.
What is known is day, the unknown is the mystery of the night.
