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I wandered the streets of San Miguel, taking picture after picture of beautiful doors.  Colorful doors.  Carved doors.  Decorated doors.  Doors with paint peeling.  Newly painted doors.  Multi-colored doors that un-self-consciously celebrate life.

Who’s behind these doors and what are they doing?  Is someone celebrating a birthday?  Someone fixing breakfast?  Someone cuddling in bed?  Someone crying, laughing, grieving?

So many doors.  So many people just like me, living, laughing, loving.

I wandered the cobblestone streets of San Miguel peering down narrow alleyways opening into courtyards, flowers, fountains, wrought iron tables and chairs, a small family restaurant.



Gracias por su amabilidad!  Te amo Mexico!

I’ll come back tomorrow for the windows!