A romantized description of a day. He awakes to music with streams of Indians coming in to and filling the plaza. They come into town carrying merchandize on tump lines to the sound of music, the women with their 'blouses' inside out. They stop and behind bushes turn their 'blouses', around now highly coloured. Dress of men and their hats. Every fifth man with a small guitar, playing adhoc until the music 'gets you'. As trading goes on, the music continues louder when there is a squabble, more alluring when a pretty girl appears. A group goes into the church, FB follows. It is dark and gloomy with a dilapidated altar at the far end. But the Indians stop sooner in front of an array of Saints.