Tlacolula Meanderings: Play, Parking Tickets and No Where In Particular
One of my favorite past-times is the Sunday Tlacolula market. I never tire of it. There is always something new, different, another point-of-view. This week there were strange flowers that looked like lollipops, plus fuzzy rambutans for eating. Last Sunday, I parked on the street not attending to the “no parking” sign, which I didn’t […]