This sweet little place was getting to be an annual tradition to visit, until it disappeared. I rather like to think it got up on its chicken legs and “baba-yaga’d” itself out to a new place up in the hills, on the cliffs, or up in the canopy above in the sky, or wedged itself deep, back within a thick forest–which is where it probably were it belongs. It was like a little magical oasis out here in the semi-arid desert.
Or, even better: Howl’s Moving Castle
Fiesta Estrellas 
Have you read the book Howl’s Moving Castle?
I read it with my two eldest last year. It’s a lot of fun. And different enough from the movie that you don’t know what’s going to happen next a you’re reading it.
Thank you so much for saying so! I have not yet read it, and look forward to reading it now 🙂