Magical - that's how I'd describe the fountains.

 

When I was younger, we had a teeny tiny fountain - on electricity - in our living room (sounds lovely - with a big dose of sarcasm). Whenever we turned the fountain on, it looked like magic in a bowl - beautiful and peaceful.

Being us, we didn't turn it on very often, which made it even more special when we actually did.

 

Where's the fountain now? Long gone, which is for the best (I think it stopped working).