Last week of July, as I mentioned before, we escaped lockdown for a week, renting a house in Malinalco, 2-3 hours away from Mexico city. Though we did stay mostly in the house, garden, pool etc. we did “escape” a few times, duly masked, to the streets of Malinalco. A cute little town. Horses on the street. Old colonial houses. Colours. Street art.
“Business is slow today.”
Intriguing door knocker.
“What’s on your mind?”
The Virgin of Guadalupe. Remember my personal definition: anything on the street is Street Art.
“Gifts, copies, binding”… Note the power connection to the light meter.
“Better to die standing than to live on your knees.”
“We can do it!”
“Social security: Breast feeding is the umbilical cord that keeps us together, it is the … blood that runs through (entire) self.” Very poetic though the building looks a bit abandoned. As we all know, the longer breast-feeding lasts, the better for the baby’s health.
“Philosophy is not about creating philosophers but about shaking consciousness.” Well, well…
“Dental clinic. 9 to 5, Monday to Sunday.”
Daffy cyber… Just remembered looking for a cyber-café on a lone island in Guatemala on Christmas Eve… (Last century)
A rancher’s door. I suspect.
“Look! The stork has brought you a baby sister.”
“Everyday looks the same…”
The Devil’s house. (Has anyone seen the bottle in the wall?)
Management wishes to extend their apologies for the car stationed to the right, which required 12.7 minutes of heavy Photoshopping. (Wiping brow)
“Can I help you?” the jaguar asked.
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