Minimø

The perfect weekend getaway

A cry of joyous admiration escaped from us all as the spectacle before us was indeed sublime...

The sky of a deep dark blue was hung with innumerable stars, which seemed to float in the limpid ether, and the rolling vapours through which we had passed were drawn like a sable curtain between us and the lower world. The stillness was so profound that we could hear the beating of our own hearts.

Apparently we had reached a great height in the atmosphere, for the sky was a dead black, and the stars had ceased to twinkle... By the same illusion which lifts the horizon of the sea to the level of the spectator on a hillside, the sable cloud beneath was dished out, and the car seemed to float in the middle of an immense dark sphere, whose upper half was strewn with silver. Looking down into the dark gulf below, I could see a ruddy light streaming through a rift in the clouds. It was probably a last glimpse of London, or some neighboring town; but soon the rolling vapours closed, and shut it out. Looking down into the dark gulf below, I could see a ruddy light streaming through a rift in the clouds. As I went on, still gaining velocity, the palpitation of night and day merged into one continuous greyness...