Camellia ”glacé”. If Vigo’s Celtic Castro seems to be shaped like a ring-cake at the heart of the City, its many camellias can only be called “glace”.
From the hilltop, where memories of many past civilizations still linger, winter after winter the camellias look down upon the coming and goings of the boats passing through the estuary.
The Camellias are faithful observers of the great ocean, its moods and colour change, the light and shade of this unique botanical garden.
Some share their inquisitiveness with neighbouring oranges trees or perhaps with a softly weeping cypress, distressed by the thick leaves of a giant blushing-pink camellia which intrudes upon their view. A venerable Portuguese camellia, one amongst many Portuguese varieties which clamber up the hillside till they reach the remains of a castle and an observation balcony called “las Anclas,” or “anchors,” contemplates an intense red sun as it recedes and finally falls into the sea.
The evening falls and the Camellias become twilight blossoms still.