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Any festival, regardless of what it celebrates-music, art, dance, cinema, bullfighting-is blessed if it has one hotel that is so dominant that it houses the principal contestants, because that hotel then becomes the focus of activity. Visitors meet there, fans stop there to gawk at the celebrities, and if the food happens to be good, experts on gastronomy come to renew old acquaintances and exchange gossip. For the Festival of Ixmiq such a gathering place was the House of Tile. What made the place irresistible was the terrace in front that was enclosed by the two wings reaching out at attractive angles to make a perfect place for outdoor refreshments and meals.
Saturday began with an agreeable surprise. As I was having my breakfast of a sweet roll and cocoa I heard a pleasant voice at my elbow: "Would you mind if I joined you? Daddy had a few too many last night. He'll sleep late."