Previously on Equinoxio: The Time shuttle was attacked in Xochicalco by Jaguar and Eagle warriors. Scotty said: “I can handle it. I’ll beam you to San Angel, the Saturday’s bazar, South of Mexico city. You will just have to walk your way back.” We were greeted by the charming Catalina above. Unarmed.
“And the eye was in the grave and looked at Cain.” Victor Hugo. The legend of the centuries.
Galactic squirrel. San Angel. Harmless.
Loving passion. San Angel.
The King of Death. Santa Ursula.
“Scotty! Come on! Santa Ursula is ten miles away!”
“Just a glitch, Sir. Fixed.”
Non-Galactic birds, San Angel.
Galactic bird. Two streets away.
Santa Ursula. “Again?! Scotty!”
“On it, Sir. That should do it.”
“That’s Tlalpan, Scotty! Stop fiddling.”
Calle del arbol. Tree street, San Angel.
Two streets away. A veritable treasure of street art in just a few blocks. San Angel.
San Angel. 17th century house. (Private!)
Two streets down. Different mortgage.
Tlalpan again. Scotty promised this was the last glitch. From now on we will walk in San Angel only.
The sacred Deer. San Angel.
California dreamin’. (Let’s see who figures it out) 🙂
The King of Birds.
Long live the Queen of Birds.
Life is but a soap bubble. San Angel, Mexico city. June 2018.
Thank you for joining us on yet another bubbly trip on Equinoxio’s Time-Space shuttle. This blog will likely be put on stasis for a few weeks, as we are flying to Paris this week-end. And I’ve never been able to travel and post at the same time. Hence the longer post. Scotty has stern instructions to fix all the bugs meanwhile. ‘Will try to stay in touch as much as I can. Have a delicious summer all of you.