Fountain frolics

A rather jolly sequence of five images taken in the aftermath of one or other of this year's World Naked Bike Rides.

I have a vague recollection that the fountain is in Canada, but my brain has turned to jelly.

That's presumably a result of spending too much time contemplating this lovely-looking hotty cavorting in the cooling jets of the rather fine-looking fountain.

Delightfully for us he takes the plunge and treats the fountain as a slide...

And, to finish, here's a close-up of him having what looks like the ride of his life.

Nothing Freudian about all those muscular gushes of foamy, frothing water there; no, nothing whatsoever. Sometimes a spurt of water is just a spurt.