Orders flow in and the coins jingle, leaving behind a mountain of monedas in the kiosko. When afternoon comes and the shops close, the square becomes still, but not silent, and the gentle sweeping of the palm-leaf broom across its surface sounds the hour of idleness and enjoyment. Now is the time to peruse the newspapers. When the bells chime for mass, the predominantly female congregation gathers in front of the church. In the evening, the plaza becomes a promenade.
Tourists meet in larger groups for an aperitif.
Most postcards are written in front of the Cafe Eden. The German palmeros emerge too, distinguishable by the fact that they banter with the Camareros in Spanish, but debate in German the trials and tribulations of their island existence. The seats in front of the town's casino are reserved for the more elderly members of the Sociedad de Los Llanos, so-called local dignitaries, who scrape them endlessly back and forth, assembling, separating, and reassembling, separating and reassembling in constant search of the shade. The newcomer quickly finds his own time and place on the Plaza de Epson in Los Lanes, its qualities of serenity, vivacity and diversity being firmly embedded in the rhythms of the days, weeks and island celebrations. The wealthy of impressions and unique atmosphere to be savoured on the Plaza de Espana in Los Llanos spring from the coexistence in a confined space of many social groups.