Dressing took an instant - I would fling on my clothes, the padded trousers which were a second, blue, skin, the clever fleece -
The walk to the shower block took me under noble trees, past the pea pod tents of weird survivalists, coughing like consumptives, the sagging encampment of a young couple with a gleaming pit bull -
If we went there during the evening, we had to take a lantern - there were no lights - outside the Duomo, we entered a pitch black world, full of unsettling movement and sound -
The water in the shower was scalding hot, wonderful, fit for a voluptuary -
One morning, the sun cast slanting shadows of trees over the dew soaked grass - I could see, through the trees, the lake glinting like rippled glass - it looked like a magical window, an entrance to a shining world -
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