Near the fountains. When all is quiet and dark. Standing there, in teo completely different worlds. One is glamarous. It cascades water a meter tall from six holes. The water falls like a table cloth draped around all sides. The fountain is built on different steps, the water flow down creating folds. Exquisite- that is what it is mean to be.
And the other is like a plain bowl. Why is it even there? Three sections. Three sections. Three sections. What else! In the middle one: afar-nothing; before- light reflections in the night shivering.
I like the second. I don't know why. I just do.