Among the schoolkids playing football, and the Mexicans and Gringos just wandering around or sitting beneath the trees, there are always some regulars that we see in the Jardin every evening. This elderly woman, nearly bent double with rickets, makes her way laboriously step-by-step across the plaza in front of the Parochia each day at sunset. It is both painful, and exhilarating, to watch her determination, and her good nature, acknowledged here by another regular who sells trinkets and folk-art items to the evening strollers.