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.