A row of gilded mirrors along the back reflect the light from the windows opposite, the heavy tapestry lends colour to the room, and here tiles with simple orange and beige designs border the checkerboard. The fountain drips with more diamonds in the sunlight than the ladies who dance here.
Wooden wainscots, gold plated, frame the far wall, where thick curtains border a portrait of a woman. In her pink gown, perhaps she is a long-dead Duchess, having died tragically young, the curtains usually drawn in respect. But she could be anyone, the rays of sunlight casting her in mystery.