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  • Once a year, The Orchid Place opens up its doors beyond the show room to the green houses. As if the showroom wasn't enough, the first stop behind the scenes made my jaw drop as an "oh my god" escaped quietly from my lips. I had never seen so much delicate beauty in one places. Hundreds, thousands of orchids covered the floors. Purples, whites, reds, yellows, greens.

    And the tour guide. She seemed young, no more than 25 or 30, yet she had centuries of orchid experience passed on from her uncle, and his ancestors, and her hands moved nimbly from hand-watering each individual plant every day since she could hold a watering can.

    If you ever get a chance to see an authentic orchid house, take it. The beauty will astound you.
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