The day was warm and sun soaked.
I sat on the cement ledge of the fountain situated in the plaza in the center of Santa Fe.
People were sitting in the shade, on the lawns and on the pavement in front of the pavilion.
Some came prepared with their own chairs, others just stood and chatted companionably with friends.
An elderly gentleman with a walking stick, put me to shame for my lack of co-ordination. He danced and danced.