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It was lovely, people-watching in the garden, sunshine streaming in from all directions, old men basking on benches, street dogs mixing it up with poodles. Not everything was quaint and native. A girl in a white fedora took photos with her iPhone and downloaded them onto her Macbook. Someone was singing arias from an open door.
The man who poured our drinks was sweet. He brought our food and stayed to chat. We ate guacamole, enchiladas and tuna tacos with a squeeze of lime. Afterwards, we pressed through green saloon doors and chased the night witches out of the garden.
Begin with an ordinary evening of fireworks, glorious for no apparent reason. For minutes or hours, explosions rock the babies from their cradles, disturb old women peeling onions. Ribbons of colour bisect the sky. Make one wish on your right hand, another on your left, and you will be granted an armload of inspiration. It is one of the conditions of creation that things must break apart before they come together again.
The parade went on for hours. We clapped for the soldiers but didn't clap for the policemen. We
clapped some more for this and that. A fine Appaloosa stole the show. The children. The children. I could have pinched a cheek or two."
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I loved the balloon seller and the guy with the garbage. Balloons and garbage......I'm down with those.