Reflections by a Fountain
Just a few short blocks from the house I´m renting and adjacent to the surviving section of the massive stone aquaduct that from 1788 brought water to Morelia, is a delightful small park, the Jardin de Villalongin. Around the four sides of this block-sized park are evenly-spaced iron benches beneath stout, closely-planted, native trees whose thick green crowns are trimmed identically to exactly resemble immense green cakes.
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