That’s young Francisco installing a clay-tile roof on a new portal in a part of what we had long called the Prison Patio. We called it that because it was mostly barren with an ugly cement floor giving it the look of a penitentiary exercise yard.
It has been rechristened the Garden Patio because the new roofed section will house the yard gear that has lived for years beneath another portal just inside the front gate of the Hacienda. It was the first thing you saw on entering from the street, and it was butt ugly.
Below is a ground shot taken during Francisco’s construction, which was finished yesterday. That’s a water tank to the right. A far-larger (9,000 liters) cistern is underground. This patio is at the rear of our property. The top photo was taken from the upstairs terraza.
One of the sweetest things about living in Latin America is roofs of clay tile, something brought over, one assumes, by the Spanish long ago. In my opinion, you can’t have too many clay-tile roofs. It provides a visual world you rarely get above the Rio Bravo.
You can almost hear castanets.
The Prison Patio is now the Garden Patio, and the large portal by the main street is free to be enclosed completely to form a storefront, which is what we will do one day.
Perhaps next year. My child bride might sell pastries — or cold cuts and chorizo.