These ladies are making baskets of dried flower arrangements, as they do every day.



They appear to create most of their wares right where they sell them, under the portico on the west side of the Jardín. Their enterprise lends a pleasant air to the scene.

Some years ago, the woman pictured below was among their number.



I haven't seen her in recent months. I miss her placid, dignified face, and the comfortable constancy of her presence on the plaza.