
The layout of San Miguel de Allende is typically Spanish with a central plaza functioning as the heart of the city. In San Miguel the plaza is called El Jardin, or The Garden and is appropriately named with large Indian Laurel trees, flowering plants, wrought iron park benches for passing the time, and a gazebo where musicians play in the evenings and on fiestas.

The day begins in El Jardín with the clanging of the many church bells in the town either telling you the time or calling you to mass. Little San Miguel has fifteen churches and six patron saints. The morning newspapers (Spanish and English) are being sold, and a vender with cart is there with sweet cakes and coffee for the early risers. You may have your shoes shined while watching the children in crisp uniforms and little backpacks pass through on their way to school. Many residents arrive to check out the blackboard for messages from friends, available rentals, or news of anything else that may be happening locally. Buses begin to line up for the daily excursions to sites of interest nearby, while other buses take the curious on tours to some of the interesting and eclectic houses of local residents and foreign retirees. These excursions are sponsored by a group in the foreign community that helps the local orphanage and biblioteca publica or public library with the money that is collected.
El Jardín can be lively in the evenings and especially on weekends when the day's work is done. There are sellers of colorful balloons, spun pink cotton candy, cool drinks, ice cream, fresh roasted corn on the cob, and tortillas stuffed with a variety of tasty ingredients. The band is playing, and the young people dressed in their best clothes have begun the traditional paseo. Girls walk in one direction around the gazebo and the boys walk in the opposite direction. It is a special time for them to catch the eye of an admirer and to flirt a little, always under the watchful and protective eyes of parents and neighbors. Small children run in abandon around the park benches while overhead in the Laurel trees, nesting starlings compete with the band music with their loud squawks and flapping of wings.
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