I have a strong feeling for painted walls. Old walls that hide a secret in their bricks and mortar. I stood and studied this wall for a long time today. It might not mean much to the casual observer, but look at the added plaster, the colors, the scrubbed out Graffiti and the humbleness of its creators seeps through.
This ancient church set on a small hill in the city was a wonderful place to walk in the sun this morning. The ceilings are painted with this bright blue rose in the far end dome. The walls showing signs of decay depict this interesting mural border right around the nave. The Temple Sagrario was begun in 1693 and completed exactly two centuries later.
I was extremely proud of myself that I was able to find my way back to the house on my own, through the large square where the pigeons bathed in their personal spa.
Down a road bordered by market stalls selling everything from fruit to fabric. The spectacle is enchanting and you can’t help but admire the fact that everyone is engaging. Children play in the street, women sit and sew out on the pavement by the front door. Men work on cars and shine shoes side by side. Every now and then there are small food stalls with a few chairs and tables and it all looks so inviting.Local dishes include tamales filled with fish, tarasca soup, red pozole, atole, trout dishes, and a number of cold drinks based on corn.
Through cool alleys and past doorways that give a hint of life behind them. These amazing pots stood in one small corridor that I visited. I’d love to have these in my house or garden.
Into the ancient Church nearby and marvel at the antiquity.
Down through the market and I look at everything as a photo opportunity, but as yet I’ve not engaged anyone in a conversation… simply because I don’t speak Spanish. We smile and nod and thats as far as I’ve got.
I want to sample the cheese at the cheese stall, and the food looks delicious served at the small curbside booths.
Then past the house with red windows just hanging on the wall and I was back at Dara and Gars’ house.
I was pleased with my efforts of finding my way back and now I figure I have it all sorted in my mind for the next days walk. I gave a presentation this afternoon to a really fascinating audience and I’m rather pleased with the days events.
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I’ve been to Patzuaro too. Simply beautiful pics, Pam. The one with the scarlet red doors takes my breath away!
Thanks Jane, I’m teaching here and loving it. We are going sightseeing tomorrow.
LOve, love, love the textures, especially the weathered wood. So happy you found your way home!
Your photos are always so well framed and artistic. Have you considered selling your photos? Best wishes on your continued journey.
Not really Valerie, maybe one day… I am doing a travel book though.