Up Hill & Down
Briefly missed the roosters waking us up, something that we're so used to in Mexico. Seems SM has it's own alarm system. At somewhere around first light, 7 a.m. the church bells harken us to prayer. Since that didn't work, a different church gave it a try about 15 minutes later. Again ignored only to have the garbage collectors come down the street at 7:30 ringing a dinner triangle to remind us to bring our trash down to the end of the street. Time to get up.
This a.m. we headed up and up our narrow cobblestone street (thinking that a donkey would be better suited to this than a horse) in search of the Tuesday Market. This very busy market for locals is huge. Besides stall upon stall of vegetables and fruit, there are piles of used clothes and shoes, new clothes and shoes, tools, likely counterfeit DVDs (no Star Wars), housewares, blenders and parts, plants, herbs and spices, flowers and food stalls cooking up steaming pots of food. After succumbing to the avocados and cantaloupe we headed back through the modern mall next door. Interesting that the market was packed and the mall was mostly vacant with very few of the stores occupied with a business, a dismal place. Off downhill to the condo for a bit of lunch and sit in the sun that had burned through the morning’s clouds.
The afternoon saw us heading downhill to town in search of bread and the local English newspaper. Finding bread proved much easier than the newspaper. SM has wonderful bread – crusty on the outside fluffy on the inside…probably thanks to the French who played a part in Mexico’s history. We stopped in at a few of the many shops that sold quite a variety of merchandise from tin and mosaic religious and tourist stuff to very pricey woolens and a range of strange and intriguing art. Mexico's art is modern and out there. Our day was quite a contrast from the market we’d been to earlier that sold mostly functional merchandise for local folks to upscale and expensive art in boutique stores for wealthy tourists.
After searching for the local paper to no avail (apparently it comes out on Friday not Tuesday) we headed back up the hill to home and dinner with another lovely sunset in the background.