Today was the first day that I have seen people using the art-gallery fountain as a swimming pool. It was delirious! Much more healthily raucous than life in Liverpool had been. When I passed it for the second time the sun was getting really balmy. There was a woman sitting there with her shoes off. "For you," I said, trying to keep it dreamy. It's always helpful when people are already in a zone. She took it as if I was simultaneously surprising and inevitable, if you know what I mean.
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at york...for a bare-footed person