Smoke rising from a street cauldron of morning stew. Evil-smelling and
nourishing. Each ragged member shuffling forward...taking a wooden bowl
of steaming gruel. Roll up, roll up, step right in and spy the Crystal
Grotto, linger by the Marionette Theatre...steal a visit to the Hermit's
Cave...glorious wonders and excitement...dazzling delights and secrets
of the Orient. ..high above the illuminated gardens you can see a
balloon descent twinkling out of the dark, starry night sky...tiers and
tiers of supper and pleasure boxes...costumed waiters and bawdy wenches
serving the rich and famous... Welcome to the dichotomy that is
Cremorne...