Saturday, October 22, 2016

Oaxaca: The first night

View of the garden at the place I'm staying. and Monte Alban in the distant mist.

There are birds calling out so perfectly they sound like cellphone rings. Loquats are so plentiful we could feed an army, and every now and then a pomelo drops to the ground.


I'm here for Day of the Dead. I brought my mom and Dan with me.

A brief glimpse of the terrain on the approach to the city.

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1 comment:

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