Something about the place makes time feel expansive and I become acutely aware of the smallest details. I notice a woman sitting on a bar stool, her legs perpendicular, resting on a nearby banister so that they form a little drawbridge, which she raises and lowers as people pass by.
(The Geography of Bliss by Eric Weiner)
Am I right to understand she sits on a bar stool with her legs like the ones in the picture below?