Refrescos

Some tacos for lunch, hungry and listening to the piped in accordion driven music - a Mexican polka. The motion of the traffic going by is steady, not frantic, and the rotting crusts of brown snow show winter's wear and start to yield. Like Gadafi and his ilk, once the barrier of fear is broken, winter's days are numbered.  Coca Cola through a straw, napkin dispenser, plastic white salt and black pepper shaker on a brown plastic table cloth, and now the trumpeting mariachis cry of the heart. A handsome Aztec warrior adorned in feathers carries a beautiful and unconscious maiden in the mural on the wall inviting various interpretations. The waiter has three green dots tattooed on the web near his thumb. La Familia - but he looks to be done with all that now with his round cheeks and polite speech. I really wanted one of those Mexican cokes in the big heavy glass bottles made with real cane sugar. Here come the tacos.