The West Wing.

A group of stone benches, close to a large fountain, make a good place to sit and chat.  The Fountain spews water into a large basin that is used by many locals as a source of fresh water, before it overflows and runs into a pair of wide, stone cut, channels  on either side of the path.  With perfectly square edges, backed by brick walls  and open to the overcast sky, these pond channels look almost like small canals, except that they are full of rice plants.

Eventually, the two canals merge, and then flow together into the doorway of a large, flamboyantly coloured, tent that stretches from wall to wall.  If you step into the water, and then wade into the tent, you find that you are up to your knees in the dark waters of a large pond.   The water is dark, almost black, and difficult to see through,  but you can sense fish … or something … swimming around your feet and lower legs.  Almost before you know it, the tent disappears, and you are ‘somewhere else’.  Still up to your knees in water -  it might be a lake, a stream even the sea -  but water on a different world …