Things go on close to the surface, but not on it. It makes for a sometimes frustrating, always engaging experience. Royal palms, reaching 60 feet into the clear blue sky, testify to the age of this place.
Limes grow here, as do pecans and pomegranates, and the ever-present bougainvillea.
During the long dry season, the occasional wind stirs the dusty soil. Water is precious, and the people who live here think it wrong that others waste it maintaining thirsty grasses and cultivated flowers. Four dwellings are haphazardly arranged in this compound. The largest has perhaps four or five rooms which are enlargements and extensions of the original cement cube. There is a newer-looking structure of two rooms.