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Bathers Pavilion

If I close my eyes and open them really quickly, I can almost convince myself this is sunny Miami – home of the bronzed babes and bulky blokes parading the beach, board shorts and bikinis, butts and br…no… stop…wait. Who am I kidding? What I really see are the arched, square and rectangle windows from Playschool. Unfortunately, I don’t think Jemima and Ted are home.