Walkabouts

On yesterday morning's walk we explored "upriver", away from the harbour. It was quiet and untouristed.  Along the way we passed a donkey, many varieties of birds, a homeless guy sleeping on the river bank beside a pot of flowers and the remains of a campfire.

Someone, in a burst of creative energy, decided to paint the benches in a small park. Our walk took us along the other side of the river and up to Gringo Gulch. We passed the 1960's homes of Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton, connected by a small overhead bridge. The buildings are currently under renovation but the pool is intact and kept beautifully clear. 

From the Hacienda San Angel we took about 999 steps back down to sea level and were ready for nourishment. One of our favourite spots to stop for morning coffee/tea is Cafecita, a small coffee shop located along the side of Rosita Hotel. The owner,  a Canadian woman, is an amazing baker. So far we have taste tested her blueberry scones and pecan/berry coffeecake. Yummhh!

From our perch at Cafecita we watch the ferry to Yelapa being loaded by an older man with the body of a twenty year old.  He wades out into the water with each piece of cargo, pulls the boat toward him and throws the packages onboard.

At the Bay end of the river a fisherman was cleaning his morning's catch (from the sea) in the river and feeding the pelicans at the same time! These two managed to keep the territory to themselves!

Three days a week we walk into town in the heat of the afternoon to the gym for John's fitness training sessions. There are several jewelry shops along the way. This one always catches my eye.

While John sweats and strains I usually saunter up to a little street leading to the Cathedral and plop my bum on a very uncomfortable wrought iron bench. From there I can follow the activity of locals and tourists. Last week a young woman was celebrating her "quinze ano"(15 year) in a full length wedding gown. Initially I thought that she was a bride but then she climbed into a convertible with three young men. An eight piece mariachi band played on the Cathedral steps while a group of women (mother and aunts?)teetered on stilettos. I decided that it was too invasive to photograph their personal experience.

An overhead celebration of colour on this street!