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December 9, 2002
‘Across the street,’ Nick replied. At the first break in the traffic, they crossed over and Nick led Charlie up the wide stone steps of a squat, venerable-looking building with the word ‘MUSEUM’ in huge gold letters over the entrance.

As they walked in the temperature fell by a couple of degrees. ‘Air-conditioning,’ Nick whispered. ‘I bet you haven’t felt that in a while.’

Charlie sniffed the air. ‘It needs cleaning.’

‘Hey, don’t rain on our parade. There are only a few public buildings with air-conditioning. The museum is very proud of it.’

‘I’m impressed, but it still needs cleaning.’