|The street outside our house|
|Rachel swimming in underground pool|
In Valledolid there is a portly American who has converted a huge townhouse into a magnificent home that he opens daily for charity donations. His home is filled, no, stuffed full of Mexican folk art which he has avidly collected for 50 years and is quite extraordinary. Many pieces featuring skeletons (Katrinas), and fantastic dream creatures. Some whimisical and commissioned directly by him but all richly coloured and taking up nearly every available bit of wall and floor space. Thank you Casa de los Venados for a interesting and informative few hours.
|Mexican folk at at Casa de los Venados|
I am now sitting on the roof terrace of our latest little pied de terre in Merida. The winds are blowing in huge thunder clouds and its only seconds from raining so time to go in and spend time planning our next few days or wonder whether my daughter (who is pregnant and 11 days overdue) will ever deliver my first grandchild.