I was so impressed by yesterday’s video work that I was inspired to take my (crappy)camera with me today. I headed out around 11:00 to walk down to the Institute de Allende under a cloudy sky. If you have a few moments, walk with me.
On Quebrada, where I live, there’s a bridge over Canal Street. I love the blues of these flowers tumbling over the walls. There’s nothing extraordinary about this either. San Miguel de Allende is full of gentle pleasures.
When I stand on the bridge, I can look to my left towards La Parroquia.
Today my left turn is on Umaran, a block with homes and small businesses, including one of my favorite sandwich restaurants, El Torta Mundo. The ‘E’ sign indicates that parking is ahead. Don’t laugh – I didn’t know what it meant for at least a week when I got here.
Taking a right on to Zacateras [which turns into Ancha San Antonio] I get a chance to photograph one of this marvelous artist’s paper statues at his gallery. [I saw his showing at La Biblioteca a couple of weeks ago. Outstanding.]
I’m the worst when it comes to the most important meal of the day. Time for a pit stop on Zacateras. From what I can tell, this cafe is *very* popular with gringos. I think it’s called ‘El Mesa Grande’ but I’m old now and will remember their name tonight. Or … tomorrow.
Here’s a random window. Just any old window in the Centro really, but I could hear the trumpets blow.
[Lord, I wish I could insert a wave file by Joseph Collier, trumpet player with James Brown for 21 years, behind this picture!]
Here’s some detail from a random wall
That’s how it is here. Some useless piece of beauty that sings with desert colors.
And now, the rather somber but very grand Instituto de Allende
I’ve never entered the building before. Check this out
See the tables in the far left corner? It was so peaceful here that I had another cup of coffee.
I am truly saying buenas tardes to everybody now!
With my mission to the Art Institute completed, ever the curious I went into a home furnishing store in the same massive grey building. The store is cavernous and outfitted for the grand hacienda. But a woman can dream … or at the very least appreciate the artistry that money can buy.
When I win the lottery, this could be my new bed
And I could put this in the foyer leading upstairs
And back home I came.
But, a word.
Nobody knows better than me how fortunate I am. Despite the fact that I’m living on social security, I can choose to look at beauty, or I can, and do, face abject poverty with clear eyes. Today was a walk through my current hood. Tomorrow everything could change.
So, one more image (from my crappy camera). It’s the fountain at the entrance to the home furnishings store. Just another random capture of a moment of tranquility
For which I am heartily thankful.