Walking out the door yesterday afternoon, heading downtown for a nice espresso on the plaza, I faced this scene, so I paused and photographed it.
The two buildings you see back there on the left are homes across the street. One is occupied, and the other is under construction and has been for a long time.
We are entering the best period to live in these parts, up on the mountaintop. It’s not cold, not hot and not wet. It’s just right. Bizarrely, Spring is our worst season.
Fall is heavenly. Perfect.
One day in 1999, not long before moving below the Rio Bravo, I was talking to a friend in Houston who owned an art gallery. He told me that he had lived in Puebla for a spell and what he remembered most were the air and color.
I have never been to Puebla, but the air and color here, especially in Fall, are wonderful. Plus, it’s almost always cool.
Just thought I’d share this slice of my good fortune with you.