I loved our tour of architect Luis Barragán’s masterpiece in Mexico City, a great collection of brilliantly-colored walls, streams and pools.
Mexico City seems to be a city of women. We are everywhere.
In all countries, in the midst of our confusion and fear, there is nearly always, somewhere to be found, a brief smile.
As the snows begin to recede here in the southern Rockies, the descansos by the sides of our roads come back into view. These are shrines created by families who have lost someone in a car wreck at that spot.