Cremorne Romance

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 ermit’s Cave…glorious wonders and excitement...daling delights and secrets of the rient. ..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...