A Quiet Day

 I got up late to sunny skies and had my breakfast on my balcony:  workers were already preparing walls for painting and watering neighbors rooftop plants

 I headed down to the Candelaria plant sale again, had a coconut drink and browsed the offerings

 the white hairy fellow is called "viejecito"  (little old man)

 this is where I'm enrolled in drawing classes starting next week

homework for current drawing class:  copying an Egon Schiele drawing