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Street food... Mmmmmm... smells good, but do I dare eat it? |
Morning comes to San Miguel, and we are on the street shooting by 6AM. |
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Women pick up freshly made tortillas in their pails... |
Big yawn... time to wake up... |
Sweeping the square with a broom made of twigs. |
Morning light infiltrates the darkened streets. |
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The church spire is reflected in the nearby window... |
A delivery of wood to ward off the cool nights... |
Time to walk the dogs... |
She arrives just in time for mass... |
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The intense reflections make the cobblestones look like they are made of gold... |
"Señor... May I take your photo?" |
He seemed amused as he said..."Sí, Señora"... |
"Gracias Señor!" |
We return to our B&B for breakfast... |
Other guests are just now getting up... |
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As I sip my Mexican hot chocolate, the reflections in the pool catch my eye. |
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Breakfast begins with fresh cantaloupe, pineapple, papaya, watermelon and yogurt. |
Romy prepares a hot egg dish each morning and serves the guests... |
Please pass the pico de gallo... |
Thanks for helping, Larry... |
Jeremy gives us options of where to shoot each day... |
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Dianne visits with us during breakfast... |
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We prepare to head out for another day of shooting... |
Let's go! |
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We are heading to the market... |
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Take an old washtub and some wire and you have a grill... |
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She carefully scrapes the thorns off the cactus paddles. |
Poblano chili peppers and tuna (many-seeded fruit of the cactus) |
Do you know what these are? |
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Jicama |
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Need to use the bathroom at the market? (Click to read more!) |
Where is this water coming from and where is it going? (Click to read more.) |
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El Fotógrafo |
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Lucy's Mexican friend... |
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El gato... |
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As I round the corner, I smell corn grilling. |
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Frida Kahlo |
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Ignacio Allende |
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It's everywhere! |
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So many wires... |
The local drugstore... |
Such good dogs! |
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The drowned burrito... |
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