"I get Rosa," Rosario said with a roll of the eye. "Rosalie one or twice." They passed from the sunny sidewalk into the dappled light of a tree-lined path. A row of benches lined one side, but they were already crowded with tourists and cyclists. Just a little ways past that, though, a couple of gravel paths curved off from the main. A small nook had been carved out in the fork with a row of log benches set against the garden beds. Rosario looked uncertainly to Cathal. "Here okay? We can keep walking if you want."