Winding Down

The winter sailing season is coming to an end.  Some boats have moved north to Mazatlan or the Sea of Cortez, others jumped off for the South Pacific, and those still in Banderas Bay are making their way into marinas for protection from summer hurricanes.

Yesterday was the last day of the fabulous Sunday Market in La Cruz. It was a sunny day with warm ocean breezes, just right for strolling around the Malecon. The crowds had dwindled, but the vendors were out in full force, offering their beautiful blankets from Oaxaca, handmade jewelry, painted plates and bowls, and delicious homemade juices, cheese, smoked fish, bread, roasted coffee, ice cream and an assortment of tempting delicacies. 

 

 

 

In the courtyard, the fish nets were gathered and the dirt swept in preparation for the band who blast out their Mexican rhythms much to the enjoyment of the crowd. Almost everyone gets in at least one dance. 

 

And oh yes, the best part was another delightful French conversation with my elderly Mexican friend, Alicia.  She comes to the market every week with her son and while he’s busy with his customers, she tells stories in elegant French about her life in France...her son says that it gets her away from the television.