A swimming pool, long ago drained and then partially refilled by the slow drip of a leaking roof. The mosquitos seem to appreciate it, even if they fly slower and with a louder buzz than you would expect.

A collection of pool chairs is scattered around one corner of the green-tiled basin but two have clearly been pulled away from the group and set up facing an open passageway where a wide set of steps leads down into a murky passageway.

We’ve spent time here, of course. And comfort is paramount when you’re dealing in the scale of hours this entails. Just watching the comings and goings. Goings mostly.

If you part the hanging Ivy off to the side of the door there’s actually another passage, two birds with one stone as it were. The other ways out we pay less mind to.