Jul 12, 2010

I took off my shoes and stepped in. It was slightly slimy at the bottom — just a little film on the surface of the cold stone. The water came up to my calves and was cool and the fountain, all 18th century undulations and fat babies blowing horns, sprayed and spouted coolness. There was already a line of people with their feet in. There were some students, and some mothers and an Asian couple, he smoking a cigarette and she taking pictures. A boy and a girl splashed in the water. A little Turkish kid in a ball cap kept sticking his head under the falling water then acting surprised as it drenched him.

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