They are human, kindly; it is only the politicians and bandits like Villa who give them a bad name.

But, though they ought to hate us, whenever I stop to ask my way they invite me to come in and have "coffee" and say, "My house is yours, senor," which certainly is kind after people have taken your town away from you and given you another flag and knocked your head off if you did not salute it.

I now have a fine room.

The Navy moved out today and I got the room of the paymaster.

It faces the plaza and the cathedral.