There is Magic in San Miguel but sometimes it goes away.

Real estate prices didn’t quite live up to expectation.

The maid can’t iron my linen blouse properly.

I haven’t had a date in two years.

My art classes didn’t work out well.

I bought more silver jewelry than I can afford.

I have no new tablecloths left to wear and I don’t do rugs.

Yes Martha has given up.

She has decided to end it all by tying a plastic bag around her head.

Or she got tired of sitting the beauty parlour while the hair color was setting and went to sit in the Jardin for a spell.

Maybe the Magic isn’t gone after all.

*pictures from Catharine Payette,  Canada (that country north of the USA)