In Oaxaca, old appliances do not die, they just get sent to this place.
Like many other small vendors here, they pass the time waiting for customers by reading.
I guess I am not the only one that likes to share my lunch with the local creatures.
Noestra amiga Rosie en su lavanderia en Oaxaca.
At the aqueduct again.
I seem to be making new friends wherever I go.
This was our sidewalk empamanada lunch preparer in San Felipe.
This was the museum entrance guard in the tiny village of Santa Ana East of Oaxaca about 25 miles out.
This was the museum entrance guard when we left the museum.
Can you believe this tiny village with mosty dirt streets has separate waste receptacles for recycling?
On our way out of Santa Ana in the middle of nowhere we find a modern subdivision. Most of the homes were vacant. It was an idea ahead of its time here.
