Atrium

The restaurant's prices reflect the dining room's plush surroundings — polished stone floors, uncrowded, comfortable seating, a coffered ceiling, overhead chandeliers and a glass-domed atrium featuring a pond with water lilies and traditional lanterns.

The house features an atrium with a rectangular peristyle and a covered corridor, the roof of which is supported by columns with Doric capitals.

He had part of his atrium ablated because he had an abnormal heartbeat.

I really like my new furniture for my atrium.

Before seeing the doctor today the 18th of August of 2015, I have vacationed for a few hours at the Richmond Public Market. It's like a big garden atrium that looks like 22nd-century tropical Southeast Asia. At Captain Wa, I buy white rice with fried squid, fried fish, and fried tofu. It all tastes like fried chicken because I've been devouring fried chicken for some weeks now. At Peanut's, I get a Sour Plum Bubble Green Tea. At QQ, I get a Cold Mint Bubble Green Tea. At Peanut's again, I get a Lychee Bubble Green Tea. Then, from there again, I get a Starfruit Bubble Green Tea. They're all delicious!

On the 10th of March of 2015, it is a walking day to a doctor's appointment. In the morning, I visit the local Roman Catholic worship centre. It is a brown mid-20th-century building. I gaze at a Mexican Santa María painting in the hallway. There are words in Spanish. The banners in the high-ceiling main chamber are purple, signifying support for Lojban and things Lojbanic, perhaps. By lunchtime, I am at the Richmond Public Market. I take the stairs up. First, I drink a plastic glass full of Sour Plum Bubble Iced Green Tea from a bubble tea vendor called Peanuts. Second, from the food vendor Captain Wa at a corner, I eat Noodles with Lemon Chicken, Tofu, Lotus Root Slices, as well as complimentary Hot Tea. Third, I drink a Starfruit Bubble Iced Green Tea from Peanuts, again. Fourth, having taken the escalator down, I buy a strange sinographic dictionary of a strange Asian Mainland tonal language. Fifth, having gone up the escalator, I drink a Mint Iced Tea from a bubble tea vendor called QQ Bubble Tea & Coffee. (The Q maybe is support for my Xoqolat.) The cold mint drink reminds me of my drinking mint at a café in Versailles in France, years ago. The Richmond Public Market is like a big garden atrium, as if in the middle of a tropical jungle. It is full of Kanjifolk.

It is my 51st birthday today, on the 12th of January of 2017, and I am at the Richmond Public Market with my Apple iPad mini, as I use the free "guest" network. The atrium is decorated with red lanterns for the coming Chinese New Year. I have eaten from Captain Wa a dish of noodles with fried tofu, white glossy fish, and reddish fatty pork skins and meat. I have sipped a glass of cold Sour Green Apple Green Pearl Tea from Peanut's Bubble Tea. Later, I have a cold Mint Green Tea from QQ Bubble Tea and Coffee. Then from there again, I have a cold Winter Melon Tea. From Peanut's, I then have a cold Lychee Green Pearl Tea. I sit, as I wait for my doctor's appointment.

Sitting at a table in an atrium teahouse were Mr. and Mrs. Dowling. "It's just primitive life!" shrieked Mr. Dowling, sipping his blueberry tea. "What is?" asked Mrs. Dowling. "Just everything..." responded Mr. Dowling, exasperated.

The hall was constructed in the manner of a Roman atrium, and from the oblong pool of turgid water in the centre a troop of fat and otiose rats fled weakly squealing at my approach.

an atrium of the infundibula of the lungs

Nexine 0.5μ thick, separating from the sexine about 5μ from the pore and forming a deep, well-defined atrium.