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The Del Capri Hotel, Westwood, Los Angeles, California. Petals fall from the climbing flowers around the patio and float in the water, swirling around me as I swim.
It’s midnight but the pool is as warm as a bath and steam rises from its surface. Circling round and round, I gaze upwards to the skyscraper apartment blocks on nearby Wilshire Boulevard. People live up there. Maybe they even have pools up there. It’s hardly conceivable to me.
