Arboured

[…] but later she apologized to the quaint court-yard for her misunderstanding, and was more than tolerant of her vast bedroom draped with yellow satin, and opening on an arboured terrace worthy even of a Countess Dalmar.

Its tower-like bulk of a bole mounted into the arboured gloom[…]

Take the little walkway back from the street and discover an arboured garden patio setting decorated with appealingly kitsch painted statues and coloured fairy lights.