Gazebo

RIEGROVY SADY: PUBLIC TOILETS, THE GAZEBO, AND THE WATCHMAN’S APARTMENT I hadn't been reading for even half an hour when it started pouring. I moved my chair inside—it was a real downpour, despite nothing being on the news. You just can't trust weather forecasts. Meanwhile, several people, some already soaked, took shelter in the gazebo. It got cold, so I offered them tea or coffee. While I was brewing it, a family started playing Ludo. Just as quickly as the rain had arrived, it left; after a short hour, it was all over and the sun peeked out again. Some people left, others took their chairs out to the outdoor tables, and the family was still playing Ludo, seemingly unable to finish the game.