August, 2012. We are in the City of Oaxaca, in southern Mexico, searching out fine artisan crafts for Chiripa.
Oaxaca rooftops
We love to walk the streets of Oaxaca, one of our favorite cities in all of Mexico.
Oaxaca is sophisticated, but down to earth, and inhabited by charming people.
A Day on the church steps, Oaxaca
We love the morning mist on the mountains, the afternoon sun and shadow, the cool evenings, the friendly light of the food seller's stall after dark.
Food vendor and customers, Oaxaca
We love the green cut stone of the buildings, the echoing church bells, the museums, the old monasteries, the elegant courtyards, and the daily grit and clamor of the market.
Textile Museum, Oaxaca
We love the cobblestone streets and sidewalks, the street vendors, the students, the shopkeepers, the balloon sellers and the roaming mariachi bands. We love the giant papier mache puppets and the families strolling together.
Oaxaca Street
We love the smells of coffee, chocolate, peppers, fresh vegetables, fried tortillas and roasting corn. We love the crowded sidewalks in the market district. We love the flat nasal shouts of the bus conductors, calling out destinations. We even love the belching, rumbling, swaying, rundown buses that are often named (like fishing boats) after saints or loved ones.
Market stall, Oaxaca
Everywhere in Oaxaca, proud and graceful people are working hard to make a living. People are building, hauling, cooking, counting, sweeping, selling, and playing music in the streets.
Street musician and green stone.
Oaxaca
Thank you, Oaxaca. - JM
Santo Domingo at Night
