As I mentioned yesterday, Jenny and I were looking forward to shopping, however, by the time we dragged ourselves away from the shops in the jardin ... everything was closed. On our little tour, we came across a very very tiny tienda still open. When we peaked in the door we spied some beautiful hand made clay pots from Michoacan. This type of pot has been part of this culture forever. Straight from the earth. We both drooled and bought one ... actually I bought two. One for flowers, and one for the coffee table to put 'whatever' in. Photos follow.
|An artful vignette.|
|... and another|
|Loved this one!|
Outside the gallery is the 'lower jardin'. Shops are wrapped around this area. People can sit and enjoy a drink or coffee from a local restaurant. A lovely, open, inviting atmosphere exists and I could happily loiter there enjoying the ambiance with my journal in hand.
|I want to plant some of these tall cacti in my jardin. Are the not regal?|
|These gorgeous table and chairs call to me. I have to keep going today, but I will be back.|
|Beautiful light through the trees.|
|Purchasing our beautiful pots.|
|Hats and old pictures hanging on the wall in the small tienda where we had he most delicious chotolate calliente!|
|The Beatles (old poster in espanol, James Dean, Elizabeth and Rock, Marilyn (just out of sight). All there ... fabulous.|
So that was my day in Pozos. Only a glimpse into all that history. Definitely want to go back and explore the architecture, ruins, mines, houses, etc. My day was full and rich. A day with a wonderful young family. Made me very home sick for my girls. A day full of art and friends. A day full of strolling and soaking it all in. One of those days which makes me feel complete.
We need history, not to tell us what happened or to explain the past, but to make the past alive so that it can explain us and make a future possible.