So the riot of flowers spilling over courtyard walls into the streets of Antigua are not so repeated here. Here, flowers are crazily everywhere, but juxtaposed around bare earth, cinderblock houses and Chujs (more on those later) and sneaking their existence in around the streams that flow higglety pigglety around town. Brilliant colors of orange in some sort of wild lilly that has tiny flowers which make up for their size in their rich, dark and vibrant orangy red color... like stems of miniature gladiolas or maybe tiny orchids, they are everywhere and they calm the eye, startled by their color next to so much construction debris, raw earth and trash.
Fuschias grow as trees or small bushes here, not in pots. Very few hibiscus, many four-o'clocks and some sort of drooping blood-red flower that is a large bush with slender and lovely drooping elongated bells. There are more drooping angle trumpet flowers (Joan you know what I am talking about) in more colors, peachy, orange, purply pink, yellow and white... I have even seen a hydranga in one of the poorest homes I entered, it does a heart good to see flowers to brighten these homes.
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