National Geographic : 1957 May
from a tree limb, and his daughter bore on her shoulder a flat wicker tray laden with figs. Struck by her charm, we stopped and asked if we could take her photo graph. Shyly she refused and walked rapidly ahead. But when we explained our work to her father, he laughed with delight and ran to stop her and bring her back. When we had finished our photography, the fa ther invited us to visit his home. "We live only a mile down the road," he said, "and tonight our neigh bors are coming to help hull our almond crop." We declined his invita tion to dinner, but agreed to drop in later. At ten o'clock we left our hotel and walked the few hun dred yards to his home under a full moon. It was immediately ob vious that money was not plentiful in the family of Jaime Vingut Torres. Only a few rough stools and benches furnished the whitewashed main room. But within min utes it was equally evi dent that warmth and happiness more than made up for the lack of material possessions. Jaime's wife Dofia Ca talina showed us through the four small rooms of her home, beaming as she took us into her kitchen, where meals were cooked over an open fire but where water was piped into a stone sink. "The old part of the house was built more than 300 years ago," she told 655 Church Clock Tower Caps the Skyline of Manacor This town in eastern Majorca produces leather, pottery, and artificial pearls. Pearl makers jealously guard their secret coating process.