    Sentence 1:1 sat soaking at about 100F,  lwhife an exuberant gentleman on m  left, who was wearing his. washclot  draped over his head, gave me his  iwords of New York, Broadway, Niagara  Fails, Grand Canyon . The real cultural  joy, tiowever, lay in just immersi:  myself in this aura, evoking Dante a:  8??,, and watching the occupants|  through the steamy haze. as. the’  lathered, rinsed, and squatted on little!  plastic stools to shave before low-hung  imisted mirrors against the walls‘all thi  ‘before I slap-slapped back to my room’  to enjoy dinner on the floor.                                    