As I gear up for my return to San Miguel January 30 I started to go through my posts in waiting and found this charming little street scene.
What I love about San Miguel is that few people ever do a second take. There is enough oddness there that oddness rarely deserves a second look.
Tourists, on the other hand, develop a sore neck from second looks, a bruise on their arm from pokes to look and an unsettling sense that life back home in Saskatoon in a tad tame.

