The bells from the many cathedrals and churches begin chiming at 5:30 ish. Calle de Xólotl 118B, a rough hewn marble/granite stone walking street usually has one or two dogs and half a dozen people using it to get to where they are going. The walls of the homes and businesses light up in the morning sun and young girls seem to think the doorways are beautiful backdrops for selfies. A music studio across the street has a white lab who fetches as well as Asti and Tigger.
The sounds of Calle Xolotl begin when with church bells when it is still dark. Doves, warblers and other (according to Carri) migratory birds fill early morning space. Then the early flights. Children walking to school, piano from a neighbors courtyard. Someone’s rolling suitcase clattering over the cantera squares of the pedestrian street. Voices, dogs, motorcycles.
Twinkle twinkle little star on the violin, does not emanate from the doors of the music school until later in the day. Last night they expanded the repertoire to When the Saints come Marching in. A welcome change. MIght have been accordion.
The sights of Calle Xolotl are different from the roof terrace verses from the dining room door. The roof terrace is low enough that you can have a conversation with someone below but when you are in the dining room, passerbyers seem to be compelled to walk in. They want to take a picture of the tiles, ask the prices of a room or ask you to be the madrina for their daughters confirmation. It really happened.
Sights and Color
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