Kate Walters responds to Ania Bas’ brief “Best visitor experience – sofas, loos, goodies, smiles.”
Loud racket of music outside the BP, standing in a pool of dismay my neck is caressed by a floating French tree, a most welcome visitor. I move away, it comes again, tickles my neck… hooray! The French have come to silence the British by stealth.. After a sickly time in the BP I crawl away as if to hide in the French Pavilion, I can lie down, what bliss, I can rest, remove my boots, be still, breath and reflect. I am not forced into any position.
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