Chapter 52
by 
Abdulalahazred
What's next?
Go to garden lawn
The courtyard garden to the north opens up here to a moderate-sized lawn - large for a home in a city like Paris. The grass feels cool and soft under your bare feet, a welcome change from the cold, hard flagstone floors of the mansion. But it also serves as a reminder that as a ****, you don't even have shoes here.
To the west you see a small stone toolshed; to the east what looks like a carriage house; to the south you see tall, neatly trimmed hedges, planted in some kind of pattern.