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Water rises from a carved stone basin at the crossing of the garden's main paths, spilling into a wide lower pool. It's the point every route eventually returns to, and the sound of it carries far enough that you'll hear it before you see it. Benches ring the edge under the shade of the surrounding beds — the best place in the garden to sit down and decide where to go next.