A Dinner in the Wintertuin of the Krasnapolsky
By Aleksandria Rudenko | Updated 2 November 2026

Hundreds of guests sat down at round tables under an iron-and-glass roof in the Grand Hotel Krasnapolsky. It was the dinner in the Wintertuin, on another evening of Strategic Resource Group’s Middle East Summit.
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From Dam Square to the Winter Garden
I began outside on Dam Square, where the National Monument faces the hotel and its name on the roof. Behind the front of the Grand Hotel Krasnapolsky lies the Wintertuin, its Winter Garden. Around 1880, the owner, A.W. Krasnapolsky, had it built in his back garden, to a design by the architect G.B. Salm. Its roof of iron and glass was a novelty at the time.



Tables Under the Glass Roof
The room was still empty when I photographed it, well before the dinner in the Wintertuin began. Dusk turned the glass roof deep blue, and big faceted lamps hung low over tables dressed in white. Gold vases held orange and red flowers, a printed menu lay at every place, and the salmon starters were already on the plates.



Drinks and Small Bites Before Dinner
First, the guests met over drinks. At the bar, a server in a black bow tie waited behind rows of sparkling wine and bottles of red.

By the welcome banner, two guests stopped for a portrait, side by side. A little later, a baby in a floral dress reached up to a woman with a name badge. The woman bent down to hold both little hands. Small gold vases with orange flowers also stood on the high tables.




Most guests seemed to know each other already, so the laughter came easily. I moved between the high tables, close enough for faces and far enough to stay out of each conversation.

At a reception, I often watch the listeners rather than the speaker. A good story shows on the faces around it.

Dinner in the Wintertuin
Trays of small bites went around: oysters on a bed of dried beans and crisp tartlets topped with herbs. After that, the guests found their tables, and soon there was no empty seat under the glass roof.



During dinner, I worked table by table. Between courses, people lean back and turn to their neighbors, so that is when I come closer.

At one table, three men laughed at the same joke, one with his chin on his hand. Nearby, a guest in a patterned shirt explained something with both hands, while his neighbor listened.

Stories Across the Round Tables
Meanwhile, the lamps above the tables gave every face a warm glow, and the columns behind them shone a soft pink. A woman in a green jacket told her story, hands raised.

Across the room, a woman in black laughed as she talked, while her neighbor took a sip of wine.

Then another guest, in big black glasses, held the whole table with one story.

For the last frame, I held the camera high above one table. Plates were half empty, a guest pointed across the cloth, and the room was still full behind them. That is how I like a dinner in the Wintertuin to end: the conversations still going.

The summit had another evening too, in the hotel’s ballroom under blue light. You can see it in A Summit Evening at the Grand Hotel Krasnapolsky.
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