We're working toward getting comfortable with asking strangers if we can take their pix. I have a surprising amount of angst over this. It's a good exercise; easy to say – hard to do. Most of the residents of this city either ignore you, like they do all the other touristas with cameras and gringos who live here, or they want to sell you chicklet packets. (A few even beg. I saw a woman begging in her new apron. Ten minutes later she was around the corner working one of the stands in the vegetable market.) The service staff at the hotel and restaurants is nice, and most of them speak english rather well. I feel very self concious. I hope tomorrow goes better on our field trip to... well, I forget. I'll post it tomorrow.
Found this gal hangin' out in the garden.
It's hard being a statue.
Wires everywhere. No alley system like Livingston.
The roof lines are intoxicating.
My goal for the week is to hang with the bell ringer.

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