In San Miguel de Allende several years ago.
It’s getting to be that time of year with Dia de Los Muertos fast approaching (November 1st). It’s one of my favorite times of the year from Mexican culture, my culture. This says autumn to me more than colorful leaves or trees in transition. We remember our ancestors and loved ones now gone. I’ll post more photos over the coming weeks.
Downtown Merida, Mexico, on my way to the mercado. A day of exploring on my own.
Not doing any extensive travel of late, but no worries when I live within an hour of one of the greatest cities in the world. Driving in to the City used to be our MO, but we’ve found a better way.
We’ve started using the ferry. Still one hour, without traffic hassles, parking woes, or ridiculous gas prices. And with a senior pass it’s the way to go.
The ferry lands at the Embarcadero with shops and restaurants, and on Saturday the best Farmers Market is right there too!
I could go in every day to visit different parts of the city that is like visiting places from different countries.
It’s a win, win.
A postcard from the road in the Pacific Northwest. I think the season is finally on the right path again, but we’ll just see.
Walking across a room in an art gallery, I glanced over to see a scene ready to be photographed.
