“I remembered the smell of ponds, the smell of jasmine, the smell of wet stones, of plum trees, kumquats and giant bamboos. It was a ll there, and in the ponds there were even carp steadily working towards their hundredth birthday.” Jean-Claude Ellena Le Jardin de Monsieur Li describes a Chinese garden somewhere between reality and imagination. A place for meditation where strolli ng is allied to thought, and every step sets the imagination free.