The one by the Limmat in Gessneralle, in the back streets of the Bahnhofstrasse. There were probably very good reasons to put this fountain is where it is. But, a hundred years after, it seems a bit lost in the boardwalk. The city start growing, the streets got changed and people went away to more glamorous side walks. It is not only neglected – it is also well in hidden in a construction site, away from most humans, animals and tourists. In fact, I only bumped into due to tragic series of bad judgement calls – the roads was cut, trams seemed to have found out a secret place to take a nap and I wasn’t exactly where I thought I would be. So, the Spanish approach to cross the road came in handy. All you need to do is chose what place is more convenient to get you where you to go, make sure that al least the first car has enough space to break and run for dear life. And, when I got to the other side of the road, I found out not only that I had gotten into a middle of a construction and had helmet, but that there was indeed something that was worthwhile taking a shot.
A big thank you to M. for bearing with my worldwide famous sense of (dis)orientation and gracefully crossing the streets like a Spaniard.