There were several different categories of people that would frequent Ruta Maya. I was cast as a daily habituant. There were nomads that would show up every day for a month then disappear for a year and return. There were office workers, bosses, and well to do that would come slum with the “weird”. Musicians, poets, artists, drug dealers, panhandlers, trust babies, and competitive chess players all found a place at the table here. There were people who got permission to vend from their table. This included an embroiderer with machine, several jewelry makers and tarot readers like my subject, Ariel. At times Ruta was more like a midway outside a carnival than a coffee shop.