It was a lovely midday, and I had no pressing chores, so I decided to walk a bit, shoot some photos, all within two blocks of the Hacienda, for your edification.
This is the butcher shop just a few steps beyond the storefront construction on the same side of the street. The butcher is a young man, also named Felipe. We exchange greetings every morning as I head out on my morning exercise walk to the nearby plaza.
And here is the plaza. City workers just yesterday cut the grass, which was very high due to the daily rains. Interestingly, a few years ago nine of those tall trees were completely uprooted during a massive storm. I think a tornado touched down, though no one reported that. No one saw it because everyone was hunkering down inside.
It was a very, very big blow.
Returning toward the Hacienda via the back, parallel street, I passed this house. Now that is orange. And here below, shot from the next corner, is the block behind the Hacienda.
Believe it or not, that street is cobblestoned, but there’s so much dirt that’s been allowed to collect that it looks like what it originally was, Dirt Street or, during the rainy season, Mud Street, usually.
It’s a dead end. At the distant right, the orange-and-yellow, two-story edifice, is the sex motel, the rear entrance, no pun intended. Just before that, on the same side, is the back of the Hacienda. We have a rear door to this street, but it’s very rarely used.
From that same corner above, look 90 degrees to the right, and this, below, is what you see. Not too far up there is the railroad track where trains travel frequently, night and day, but we’ve long become accustomed to the noise.
Walking up that way and turning left at the first corner, you’ll see the butcher shop on your right and a bit farther the storefront construction. Then, looking left and walking into the Hacienda grounds, there is this ivy, which has been growing like mad the last few weeks, even grasping that archway. I hope it doesn’t make a nuisance of itself.
It won’t if it knows what’s good for itself. I own clippers.