. A white umbrella in Mexico. ed in roses. Theflowers are free to whoever will , on the corners of the streets,under the arching palms, sit Indian wo-men selling water from great red earthenjars. With that delicate, refined taste whichcharacterizes these people in everythingthey touch, the rims of these jars arewreathed with poppies, while over theirsides hang festoons of leaves. The wholehas a refreshing look which must be en-joyed to be appreciated. I put down halfa centavo, the smallest of copper coins,and up came a glass of almost ice-coldwater from the jars of soft-baked po
. A white umbrella in Mexico. ed in roses. Theflowers are free to whoever will , on the corners of the streets,under the arching palms, sit Indian wo-men selling water from great red earthenjars. With that delicate, refined taste whichcharacterizes these people in everythingthey touch, the rims of these jars arewreathed with poppies, while over theirsides hang festoons of leaves. The wholehas a refreshing look which must be en-joyed to be appreciated. I put down halfa centavo, the smallest of copper coins,and up came a glass of almost ice-coldwater from the jars of soft-baked porousclay. Then there is the church of Santa Clara,a smoky, dingy old church, with sunkenfloors and a generally dilapidated ap-pearance within — until you begin toanalyze its details. Imagine a door lead-ing from the main body of the church —it is not large — to the sacristy. Thedoor proper is the inside beading of anold picture frame. Across the top is a The Opals of Queretaro 5/ heavy silk curtain of faded Around the beading extend the severalmembers of a larger and still larger frame, 52 A White Umbrella in Mexico in grooves, flutes, scrolls, and rich elabo-rate carving clear to the ceiling, the wholeforming one enormous frame of solidgilt. In and out of this yellow gold doorlittle black dots of priests and penitentssway the pomegranate curtain loopedback to let them pass. To the right risesa high choir loft overlaid with gold about on the walls, unplaced,as it were, hang old pictures and tatteredbanners. On the left stands the altar,raised above the level of the church,surrounded by threadbare velvet chairs,and high candelabra resting on the floor,holding giant candles. Above these hangdingy old lamps of exquisite design. Thelight struggles through the windows, be-grimed with dust. The uncertain benchesare polished smooth. At the far end asort of partition of open wooden slatsshuts off the altar rail. Behind this screenis stored a lumber of
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