If you’ve been to Zurich then you know how it is. Every streetcorner has a fountain, and the fountains are old, and they have clean, fresh water, and you can drink it. The people stop and the children play, and the Carabinieri toss their cigarettes into the street and move on. The worst thing is the smell.
Wait – stop – that’s what Hemingway would say.
I would say that of all the water fountains in Zurich this has to be the most unusual:
It even has a little plaque so that you can read about it’s history: