WE HAVE TWO primary plazas in our Colonial downtown. One is a good bit bigger than the other.
We call the bigger one the Big Plaza, and we call the smaller one the Small Plaza, but we do it in Spanish, not English.
The two are just one block apart.
They are very distinctive, those two plazas. The Big Plaza is where fancy people hang out. The Small Plaza is where the working class gathers. It appears to be self-segregation.
I, of course, hang out in the Big Plaza.
There are other differences. The Big Plaza has far fewer sidewalk vendors than the Small Plaza, which not only has more vendors but a wider variety of products.
The vendors on the Big Plaza mostly sell corn on the cob. The far more numerous vendors on the Small Plaza sell all sorts of stuff. I’m particularly fond of shrimp cocktails.
I was slumming the other day by walking through the Small Plaza, and I noticed this smiling woman selling ice cream. I took her photo, and here it is.