Sunset in town. A market place. One hears the drums from the back streets. Little boys come around the corner and jump up and down.

Time to make music, to earn money, to make the people happy and to forget all troubles of the day.The night will bring music and dance.

The boys bring tall and glamorous ladies to the marketplace. They carry the ladies with care and joy. Well dressed in red and beige, tall as the arch of the church entrance they are. The ladies swing left and right, they go for a dance. They bow and greet the trees and the houses and the church around the marketplace.

They smile and the birds become silent looking straight into the smiling faces of the dancing ladies.And, please, watch the fine woven window on a secret spot in their dress.The drums grow louder and faster. The tall ladies dance and smile. Innocent, peeping boys?