A garden turned into a marketplace, or maybe the other way round. Paper lanterns overhead, trellised walkways, a floor hand-painted with a petal pattern that guests kept stopping to photograph before they'd even reached the tables. Pastel canopies soften the daylight into something gentler than it actually was that day. Every stall is its own little still life. It read less like an event and more like a season that had briefly arrived and would just as quietly leave.