All quiet on the andador today, so let's do a little sightseeing. A couple of blocks away from us is El jardín del arte. It is a serene spot, except when the music is loud. It is also the site of a flea market where vendors sell, or at least display, old (mostly useless) stuff. It is a little like the San Telmo flea market in Buenos Aires, where impecunious porteños sell off their patrimony so they can survive the vicissitudes of the economy there. But here the stuff doesn't seem to be so personal, or so valuable.
Here is the "arte" displayed in front of the taller that produces it.
This is more like it:
One of several orange trees:
Another view:
Looking up ( a perspective Alain will appreciate):
On Sunday there is dancing to live music in the nearby Jardín Zenea. These people apparently couldn't wait and were dancing to canned music on a Saturday. Or perhaps they were practicing their moves for Sunday. One thing is for certain: the nude, prone in the foreground, does not move.
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