The square was abuzz on Saturday: Goths hanging out by the left lion, trendy folk in Ray Bans lounging on the steps that double as seating, lovers sharing a sandwich, kids running in and out of the water and squealing at the plumes. It’s such a perfect use of the space. Its beautiful, its fun, its unselfish, its so Nottingham. If Leicester had planned these fountains, they would leak all over the roads, the pipes would have burst in the first frost and the whole square would have to been rebuilt three times in ten years before they gave up and decided to tar-mac over the whole lot.
