Everyday this little old lady walks through the zona historica of Campeche on a mission to the Zocalo. She is well known and recognized by every passerby and everyone knows well to let her go about her business of feeding the flock of pigeons roosting in the park. She buys a bagful of baguettes I think just to keep them all plump and happy. Her deeply wrinkled face and uniform of black head band and well worn apron are so familiar they've immortalized her in a giant public portrait on the side of building nearby. Her generous eyes and weathering hands remind us of what it means to age gracefully.