So I’m amazed no one has bothered to post pictures up of The Getty Villa where Sydney confessed her love to Adrian. I was screaming when i read this particular scene because i have been to the Villa before and i know how gorgeous this place is.
After looking in almost all the interior areas, I stepped into the outer peristyle. My breath caught. It was a huge outdoor garden built around a pool that had to be at least two hundred feet long. Statues and fountains dotted the pool’s surface, and the whole place was surrounded in gorgeously manicured trees and other plants. The sun, warm despite the December day, shone down on everything, and the air hummed with birdsong, splashing water, and soft conversation. Tourists milled around, stopping to admire the sights or take pictures. None of them mattered though - not when I finally found the person I was looking for.
He sat at the opposite end of the garden from where I’d entered, on the pool’s far edge. His back was to me but I would have known him anywhere.