A month or two ago, you could have been forgiven for feeling more than a little turned off by the idea of splashing around in Barasti’s chlorine-clouded pool. But oh, how times have changed. Since launching its new pool party sessions on Fridays and Saturdays, the popular expat haunt has enticed the city’s twenty- and thirtysomething water babies out into the sun with almost crystal-clear waters. Almost. Time Out doffs its hat to those few less inhibited souls who braved a dip on Saturday, though we spotted rather more revellers loitering around the pool’s edge, some tugging nervously at hemlines and others trying desperately to keep any stray splashes away from pastel suede loafers (though frankly, any alteration, accidental or intentional, couldn’t possibly make such a shoe any more unattractive than it is impractical).