Cover your eyes here. Above my table some sort of Diego Rivera headed monk angel statue with a reed spun vagina image is the painting that looms above my table. It is not the strangest of pieces either.

My ear tells me a US born middle age lady speaking with someone with a distinctly stereotypical Mexican mustache who apparently speaks only Spanish. Is he her escort, Spanish teacher or friend. I will never know.

The well dressed lady with the expensive leather coat and the well behaved 5 year old son? What is her story. The old lady in very expensive formal jacket and scarf, she must be 85. The staff is double attentive toward her. Does she own the restaurant

Quick blinks in store fronts, hotels and restaurants as I constantly get lost down the many alley ways.

Back to the small park with the sign pointing the way further up the next steep incline to my home away from home, Casa Bertha.

Not in such a hurry I cannot take one more "memory lock" on the park behind me as I head up the narrow path. Another great day in the life of well .... me. Goodnight to another fun filled day.