Sarto Madonna in Glory and Saints

Sarto Madonna in Glory and SaintsHarlamoff The Flower SellerSarto St. John the BaptistHarlamoff A Russian Beauty
Before him, unbidden, was the motion-detector display. A blip, signifying movement and body heat, blinked in the conservatory. Seventy-four you entered the green maze, the illusion of tropical wilderness was complete. You could pretend to be lost in Africa, [569] on the trail of the rare albino gorilla or in search of the lost diamond mines of King Solomon.Fric called it Giungla Rospo, which was Italian for “Toad Jungle,” and felt that it had all the cool stuff of a real tropical forest but none of the bad. No humongous insects, no snakes, no monkeys in the trees, shrieking and throwing their crap at your head.At the center of its carefully orchestrated wildness, Giungla Rospo offered a gazebo built of feet in diameter, forty-eight feet from floor to ceiling, the conservatory was a jungle with windows, tall panels of leaded glass, salvaged from a palace in France that had been mostly destroyed in World War One.Here Mr. Yorn and his men maintained and continually refreshed a collection of exotic palm trees, tulip trees, frangipanis, mimosas, many species of ferns, spaths, smithianthas, orchids, and a shitload of other plants that Fric was not able to identify. Narrow pathways of decomposed granite wound through the curbed planters.A few steps after