One Hundred Years of Solitude

halfway around the world,
riding not only on the seats
and platforms but even on the
roof of the coaches. The
gringos, who later on brought
their languid wives in muslin
dresses and large veiled hats,
built a separate town across
the railroad tracks with streets
lined with palm trees, houses
with screened windows, small
white tables on the terraces,
and fans mounted on the
ceilings, and extensive blue