Setting a scene...

[Constance]

I always struggle with setting the scene in my work, mainly because I can already see the scene so clearly in my own head. Would you change anything here, or does it seem clear and vivid enough?
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On a late summer's evening, in the southern part of France, a party was being held in the Le Roux household. In the secretive shade of the garden, the fountain sang quietly to itself and the last of the wood pigeons settled down in their nests. It was quiet on the lawn and sleepy in the gathering darkness, but further up, closer to the house, a long beam of yellow light, protruded from the large Victorian windows and splashed onto the grass.
The house was a moderately large building, built sometime during the reign of Queen Victoria. There was ivy and, in the summer, honeysuckle and pink, sweet roses that clung to the windows and the doorways. In the evening, as it was now, the air was heavy with the smell of pollen and sweet hay, from the farm nearby. There was a delicious breeze in the air, and it gave the warmest and softest kisses.
The brilliant, lattice windows were lit up warmly from the inside, and there was the sound of music playing, a jazz band. The jittery, youthful harmonies of the band’s music played drowsily in the summer night air. The scene was altogether welcoming, and if a stranger were to stumble upon this cozy, musical middle-class household, they would feel inclined to either gaze at the spectacle in wonder, or join the party themselves.

[Annette]

Constance wrote: "I always struggle with setting the scene in my work, mainly because I can already see the scene so clearly in my own head. Would you change anything here, or does it seem clear and vivid enough?
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How pretty!

We know location, country, time of year. who the people are, style of house, time of day, and the atmosphere. It sets the scene very well.

I want to be there, and I can picture it. I can feel it.