Evening on the plaza

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I WAS WALKING to the Honda yesterday about 6:30 p.m. when I looked over thataway and thought, That sure looks sweet.

Luckily, I was toting the small Fujifilm Finepix camera in my man bag. I pulled it out, pointed, and snapped.

City Hall says our plaza is the nation’s largest after the Zócalo in Mexico City. Maybe it is. Another notable characteristic is that there is no church on this plaza, which is almost unknown in Latin America.

It’s not Terre Haute.

16 thoughts on “Evening on the plaza

  1. Felipe: I can’t swear to it, but I think the Zocalo in Oaxaca might be a challenge on both of those instances. I haven’t seen it since it underwent a major upgrading over 10 years ago.

    The one in your area is very nice though, and since I only visited Oaxaca a handful of times, I didn’t get to ogle the sights on a daily basis like I did where we were unintroduced neighbours.

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      1. Felipe: Our paths never crossed, I guess. We are not extroverts in person, and although we had emailed a few times before I moved there, I didn’t contact you (I don’t think) after we got there. I’m sorry I didn’t, I think we could have been friends. We had Don Cuevas and probably some others as mutual friends.

        Another man, Jim, who was married to a Mexican lady in Morelia but came down for the weekly Romeo breakfasts, and I, taught English twice a week at a town around the lake. Besides him, I spoke to other acquaintances when I met them at the market or on the plaza, but we didn’t socialize very much.

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    1. Señor Cotton: The gas situation seems to be getting back to normal. It’s been easy to buy for the last four days. Lord willing, it will not revert. My fingers are crossed.

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  2. Felipe,

    Why the reference to Terre Haute? I presume you’re referencing the small city in southwestern Indiana. It’s the only one I know of.

    Regards,
    Troy

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    1. Troy: I just consider Terre Haute the representative dull, Midwestern town in the United States. I passed through there briefly back in the 1960s when I was in the Air Force, and it stuck with me. I imagine it’s improved since then. Perhaps I should not pick on it.

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      1. LOL, you can pick on it all you want! It’s not exactly a garden spot, not even by this born and bred Hoosier’s standards. After we moved to Texas we used to pass through Terre Haute on our annual trek north to visit family at Christmas. We always ate dinner at the local Cracker Barrel before starting the final leg of our very long travel day from Dallas.

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        1. Troy: Cracker Barrel is just one of a number of things I miss about the United States. If memory serves, the last time I was in a Cracker Barrel was in San Antonio more than 10 years ago.

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