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In the neighborhood of San Antonio is a mysterious blue door. A sign, Pannos leads me to peek in. A wonderful aroma of baking bread, a shaded courtyard, a welcoming mother and daughter who sell wonderful, wonderful bread. It’s a good thing I’m walking a lot in San Miguel because I could eat nothing but…
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I went went to a performance by the Guanajuato symphony orchestra. The concert was held in a theatre in the middle of town. I would estimate that 80 percent of the audience were ex pats and I noted many a grey or white head. The rest of us had discovered Miss Clairol or…
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But not just any pick-up. Notice the floral decorations and what a shiny new model it is. Yesterday, Saturday, was the day for weddings in San Miguel. This one took place in the big ” parochia” of San Miguel the archangel. Some people mistakenly call it the cathedral but since San Miguel is not…
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We we are still celebrating the feast of Candalaria or Candlemas Day. There is a big component of buying and planting flowers, trees and bushes. The open air market is a temporary home to at least one hundred stalls. People come in covered trucks from far away and they sleep in the trucks…
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This morning I took a cab which cost me less than five dollars to a nature reserve high above the town of San Miguel. I went on a bird walk with some Canadians and Americans who certainly had a better idea of what they were looking at than I did. The big standout for…
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Or so it seems. I was invited to a lovely dinner party yesterday. San Miguel is that kind of town. I have never been in a place where people were so eager to know me, eat with me, drink with me, invite me to groups. Really it is quite amazing! I attended…
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I really was trying for something a little more romantic than the street dogs of San Miguel but they seem to insist on muzzling in. Today I went in search of vegetables and found an organic market peopled by many Mexican sellers and many Gringo buyers. I managed to find onions, garlic and carrots…
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No, no, that’s my brother. I never pose. Don’t have the patience, I guess. You think there’s a family resemblance? Maybe, I don’t see it myself. Of course, we’re a little vague on the subject of paternity. Not like our gringo friends who come down with their masters or mistresses. I wonder who has…
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I promised my my readers graffiti for the month of January but it was so dreadfully cold that I posted precious little. Now, I find myself surrounded by some pretty spectacular examples and I will try to give you a sample in the next few days. This one, beautifully accessorized with bougainvillea is at…