markets and churches

chile, chocolate, fruits, chapulines, moles, tamales. yellow, red, blue, green, orange.

the market bustled with people selling, buying, begging, singing...you could buy anything you wanted: shoes, hats, shirts, meat, veg, mobile phones.

at the meat stalls, you could point at a slab of meat, have it cooked and thrown in a basket, then you could move on to the next stall to get your playeras, then on to the next for your mole, salsa...

but i was too shy to ask how it all worked, so i just sat down in a corner, very like mercado del puerto, sitting at a bar, eating my lunch, pretending to read my book, and working out the system. next time i´ll be ready.

a child sat next to me and we played hide and seek for a while, him behind the servilletes, me behind my book. children in mexico seem to have a complete fascination with the cover of my book: a gory skull in reds and oranges. it figures, i suppose.

in the afternoon went to a museum in a convent. precolombian art, clash of cultures.

the rain caught me again. i can´t work it out!