The basement, late morning [Andras OTA/MW]
It was late on Sunday morning, and Andras was wandering around by all those new facilities in the basement. Crèche! Spa! Why not steam baths next?
Apartment houses in Finland often had saunas in their basement, that all inhabitants could use according to some cunning rote, Leena had once told him. She seemed to think it disappointing that even Morningstar Manor didn't have one.
But now, really, Andras was thinking neither about saunas nor about photography much; he was traipsing around, coffee in hand, looking around with pure cat-killing curiosity.