Whitely (that is, purely, blankly, and voidly), the moon cleanses the world of human industry — almost.

There were magnolias, shaddocks, hibiscus, the almost too fragrant yellow-flowered champac, sacred to Hindoo mythology; nutmeg and cinnamon trees, tea and coffee, and every other conceivable plant and tree, growing in the wildest luxuriance.

That character, though colorful, is incidental to the overall plot.

You can park your car in that empty space.