Friday 25 March, 2005: stopover on the way to Paris.
I don't know any other airports which have swimming pools in the terminal. On a reasonably long stopover, this was the perfect place for a relaxing swim and massage.
Let's go swimming together in all sorts of places. We'll also look at swimming in history, art, literature, film, TV in fact any way swimming can be painted, photographed, filmed, written or mused about.
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