Tlaquepaque – the sequel.
They were everywhere in this quaint shopping village.
And allowed to go pretty much anywhere…
Which was environmentally friendly…
And at times, down right comical.
There was a strange bird with red peppers on it’s head…
And naked warrior women made out of metal.
Also with birds.
Tell the truth…. how many of you men actually noticed the bird?
We walked by Albert again…
And into a store that sold dinosaur poo.
Supposedly authentic… which caused my husband to snort.
Like you could you tell?
The village was lovely.
With a distinct Spanish flavor.
Which probably explains why the French cafe where we had lunch was so absolutely un-French.
It had a slight Gallic atmosphere.
And yes, French Onion soup.
But the closest the menu came to French cuisine was my uninspired, build it yourself chicken salad sandwich on a croissant.
Might have had Grey Poupon.
Ooh La La Lame.
Finishing our circuit, we stopped at a Native American jewelry store. The prices were high, and though tempted…. I was going to walk out empty handed until the husband started talking.
When the husband starts talking? I know we’re going to be there a while and resumed shopping. Seriously this time.
So it really was his fault I spent a large chunk of change on this bracelet.
On our way out, a giant aloe vera plant threatened to swallow him whole while he gazed at a statue…
No. Not really…
But I totally would have posted that video to YouTube if it had.
Or tiny public bathtub, tough call.
Cat statue, directly opposite a pot filled with….
That can’t be a coincidence.