In the lands of the coffee, from the book, Searching for treasures
Cuernavaca, Morelos, Mexico
After a huge breakfast, the now happy traveler welcomed the chance to walk in the park. Running into Jon Jairo on his way, both were pleased to say hello to each other. They walked together to the opposite corner of the plaza and found a pleasant spot to share that generously sun-bathed morning.
That was how they sat in one of the cheerful corners of Marsella’s Central Park. The view was utterly captivating. The four streets that enclosed the park shone brilliantly in the sunshine, their old, brightly-colored state mansions gently blazing in the morning’s glow. They all showed grand verandas, and large windows on their fronts and were all as lively as they were impossibly decorated with such a wide variety of living colors.
Both had settled in on one of the ample ironwork benches that they found in the corner of the park. The seats and the back supports had long, thick wooden planks painted in bright green tone, while the metalwork was finished in glossy yellow colors that matched the metal-wrought street lamps which lit up for the pedestrians after hours.
There they found themselves during that most relaxing sunny morning… placidly sitting on one of the colorful benches in a quiet, tree-lined corner of the Marsella’s Plaza.