My shoes get dirty walking from one Art Gallery to another.

Sometimes an artist just has to stop and smell the roses and get a shoe shine.

Today I perched on the Shoe Shine Chair and thought about Art and got rid of all the Art Grit I have accumulated over the last month.

It was a time to reflect over all the changes that have occurred since I arrived in San Miguel.  So many blessings

If only I could stop drinking.  It isn’t even noon.