El mercado de flores

Hazy, lost in memory and recollection in the week past, come and gone. Remembering treading the cobblestones in town on errands here and there. Chancing upon a new bookstore I found full of gorgeous photography books. Getting lost in those pages for a while...and then finding a bakery across the street with whole grain delicious loaves! None of that dry crusty white bread that is more the norm here, REAL bread. Picking some up for class later in the afternoon before wandering past the flower market on the walk back home. Tucked in a small square beside the convent leaning overhead in white stuccato. Hail Mary's and the twinkling of bells diffusing into the roses, asters, and lillies laid out for sail on the sidewalk.

It has been a hectic past two weeks and I am beginning this long process of catching up on all that has happened. Here we go as they say, poco a poco...