If you enter into the templecourt through the main gates and turn directly to the left, you will see a small door in the surrounding wall. Opening it will reveal a stone paved path bordered by beds of flowers winding through green grass and shrubbery, losing itself by a rectangular pool. The water shimmers in the sunlight and your steps automatically draw you into this peaceful haven.
This quiet garden is located just southwest of the main temple. Doum palm trees and Sycomore grow here, the air is filled with sweet scents of flowers and herbs and your ears are soothed by the chirping of all the birds who dwell among the shrubbery. 
A wall is surrounding this peaceful hideout and behind it, the towering temple pylons reach towards the cobolt blue sky. At a distance you seem to hear, faintly, the humming of priests as they enter the temple singing, for a service.
You sit quietly down by the pool on a bench overshadowed by the branches of a Sycamore. On the water surface blue lotus are floating wide open while the sun fills their yellow centers with light. You slip out of your sandals, made of reed, and try the water. It is refreshingly cool and you step down into it. The water reaches up to your waist and as you take a few careful steps, you notice that the bottom is smooth and of evenly laid stones except for where the lotus stalks are rooted in earth.
As you climb out of the pool, mindful of not damaging the lotuses, and once again sit yourself down under the sycamore tree, you wonder who built this beautiful place. And as an answer to your question, someone gently approaches along the garden path, a tall man with a kind but stately expression. He is dressed in a thin, white tunic and his presence makes you want to bow deeply in respect. As you get up to do so, his sonore voice tells you to sit back and relax. He takes a seat beside you and this is the story he tells you:
I am Seti.
My Majesty decided that a building should be erected at this site
to honor the gods and to be a monument to My Majesty, their son.
It was built of the whitest limestone and the best of artisans
were employed to make its beauty shine.
When I was elevated into the Afterlife
My son, UserMaatRe SetepenRe Ra-messes, made the building complete.
I am Seti MerienPtah MenMaatRe, son of Ra-messes and Sitre
He of the Sedge and the Bee, King of Upper and Lower Egypt.
I am Seti the Great.
I ruled the Two Lands and made them prosper.
I gave them a King to follow me and to outdo all Kings.
Astounded, you begin to ask a question, but the man rises from his seat and walks off. You follow, but turning around some bushes, the tall man is nowhere. Some flower petals dancing towards the ground is all that you can see. You return to the bench under the sycamore tree and wish that he had stayed, there are so many more things you want to know about this magical place.
While you are here, why not visit the old priestess, she usually sits by her Iwyt-Hnt-s, her hut over there, by the far end of the garden. Let her tell you about the Passion Plays of Wesir and all the Pilgrims who come here from all parts of Kemet. Then you can wander out to Umm el-Qaab to make an offering to the Ancestors. But most important: donīt miss to enter the Temple to visit its chapels and halls and admire the reliefs which everyone says are the most beautiful in the whole of Egypt.
