Stylish and cheerful, impertinently red camellias, hang from the branches in what used to be a fruit orchard; this is Oca. A pazo which is so baroque that it couldn’t possibly be more Galician or more beautiful. A thousand spouting fountains remind us of the sound of running water in the public laundry fountains which can still be found in Galician villages. The slow smooth movement of the ducks as they paddle about the pond is dreamlike, they bring to mind courtly elegance of silk. It is a garden in which, the hesitant winter light, conjures up all the subtleties of a poem.