However, the reconstruction would be incomplete if one last, fundamental piece were not added. The women, from the oldest to the youngest to the little girls, gathered in the street, doing laundry around a huge stone sink. Their songs, their confidences, that need for community that today is guilty, but naturally, lost. Next to them, a stone basin, large enough to hold the laundry of the entire neighborhood. Because wasting water was a sin and woe betide it.
Over time, those stone sinks have been transformed, updated, adapted to the needs and the changed uses for which they were intended. They have become sinks in furnishing stone, of varying sizes. In some cases they have preserved the rough and ancient appearance they originally had; in other cases the sinks have changed skin, refining themselves, evolving, changing the dress but certainly not the soul.