The Fiesta de Santa Tecla is defined by drums, in addition to fire crackers. During the festivities, you hear them all day and most of the evening, and everyone, young or old, seems to be carrying them. The rhythm is insistent, rather like African drums in old fashioned movies. I see one drum strapped to the side of a motor scooter like a saddle bag.
The sea is calm and the small waves creep up the beach like lacy claws.
From a date palm, tresses of dates hang like locks of dark golden hair streaked with green.