The bull-fights which used to take place near this spot on Sunday afternoons are things of the past happily, and the gay, moving throngs, with picturesque costume of Spanish make and Mexican hue, have forever vanished.

The old graveyard with its high walls on the south side of the Church remains.

Tall grass bends over the prostrate tombstones, a willow tree serves as a mourning sentinel here and there, while the odours of flowers, emblems of undying hopes, are wafted to us on the balmy air as we stand, with memories of the past rushing on the mind, and gaze silently on the scene.

The building looks very quaint in the midst of the modern life which surrounds it.

It is a monument of by-gone days with its adobe walls and tiled roof.