I found a nice fireplace and reclined near the hearth for a moment.
Once I’d warmed up a bit, I ordered my hot cocoa and settled into a very comfortable chair and read the Kansas City Star. I thought something as major as waterless fountains would have made the front page, but no! Reading on, I discovered that there was no mention of the lack of water, or of any intent to bring water in. Was Kansas City in the midst of a winter drought that I had not been privy to?
A group near me at the cocoa shop vacated their table and left behind an “Events in the KC Area” bulletin. I perused that in the event that fountains with water were a more artistic or event-worthy affair. Again, I came up empty handed. (Except for the ink from Fleur’s phone number…)
Finally, in utter dismay, I left the cocoa shop and wandered the streets of the plaza in utter dejection and despondency. I could not even bring myself to take a photo of my sadness. And then… there, in the midst of my dark, waterless fountains of Kansas City moment… a bright light appeared…
The Kansas City Convention and Visitors Association! I hadn’t known such a thing existed. I peered into the door, trying to see if it was open or if anyone was around who might be able to answer my questions pertaining to the waterless fountains… I decided to go inside.
Brochures and magazines and bulletins and announcements of every shape and size! I perused the leaflets and pamphlets with a hunger I did not know I had.
