Today, Monday, the sun is shining and there is a warm breeze. The perfect day for a wander through town. Bill and Edith had mentioned a cactus garden behind the restaurant Francesco's. We checked our map and figured out where to go from the restaurant. To get there we must walk clear across town, mostly downhill, so pretty easy stuff. But we also like to take different routes to our destination to see more of the city and the houses that look so simple from the street, but once in a while you get a glimpse of what lies behind the iron gates. Usually a courtyard surrounded by the house, in most cases a very impressive house. Initially the courtyard functioned as a place for the horses and carriages, but now they are more in use as a decorative centrepiece with possibly a fountain. This is the colonial style introduced by the Spanish many years ago. In the city centre of San Miguel most of these old colonial houses are now hotels and restaurants
We chose a path, actually a stairway down to town. I wouldn't want to climb these stairs because you can't set your stride and that can be incredibly tiring. Our descent led us along hidden houses, built before there were cars. People were on horseback and used burros to haul their stuff. When we came out of the alley we were on familiar ground and continued to the Jardín. From there the way was easy and well known to us.
|The view from the top of the path|
|Taking a break at the Plaza Civica|
When we got to Francesco's we turned right and walked along the road until we came upon the cactus garden. A gardener was at work watering and cleaning the grounds. We strolled around the place and took a seat on some of the concrete benches scattered about. A swing hangs from a tree waiting for a child to be pushed by daddy. Various species of cacti were planted here along with some orange trees and Benjamina trees. The garden is located among some very fine houses built on a looped street that sees little traffic. We wandered through this little neighbourhood and returned to the street that led us to the garden, then onwards to a little alley with more fine houses and beautiful murals.
|Notice the braided trunk|
|The view from our table|