I didn’t know much about Patzcuaro, Michoacán until a few months ago, when I decided to pitch a story based here. So here I am this weekend, working on said story. Arrived at noon today and I’m already in love with this town.
It’s hilly, and walkable, and all the buildings are rustic and topped with red-tiled roofs. Cars bump along on cobblestone streets. Just a few minutes ago, I saw a group of girls, probably 10 years old, walking down the street clutching colorful poofs of foklorico dresses. They were gabbing and all of them wore lipstick and eyeshadow.
I’m staying at a rustic, quiet inn. All the rooms face this courtyard.
For lunch, I ate my weight in mercado food, including a 15-peso cocktel de pulpo and camarón, sprinkled with diced habanero. (And a tostada. And a corunda. And a corn-on-the-cob with lime and chile. And queso ice cream streaked with boysenberry marmelade.)
Stopped by the basilica, and saw this chapel….
I forgot how blue the sky could be. Which is kind of sad. Just went through my pictures and almost all of my pictures them are of plants, or the sky.
Exhausted from waking up at 5:45 this morning. Gonna have a glass of wine and go to bed. Tomorrow I’m off to a yoga class… in my pajama pants, since I didn’t bring any yoga clothes. Who knew they had yoga in Patzcuaro?