Never a dull day in San Miguel

 

I had to laugh when walking along Calle Hernadez Macias the other day.  Someone had parked their little car with a roll-down back roof right under a canale (downspout) and someone above had watered their pots up on their mirador (rooftop patio).  Well, the excess water had come out of the canale and given the interior of this red number a pretty good washing.

Then I turned the corner onto Umaran and this oldie being used as a garbage truck was barely held together by thin rope in the front and being loaded down with huge bags of trash.

Then a pretty gal walked by with a wicker basket full of colorful paper mache flowers.

Heading down Calle Hidalgo on the way to lunch at Casa Blanca, I giggled by the way in which this painting project was taking place.  The man on the left was supervising but I really could not see what he was contributing.

Ooops, time to move the ladder.

By the time we were finished with lunch, the painters were almost done.  I have never been able to figure out most painter's technique in San Miguel, they start from the bottom and paint up....
Never a dull moment.   Never a dull day. Viva la Mexico.