Friday Photo: Mexican Bike
Walk five minutes in the opposite direction of tequila tastings and persistent questioning, “Taxi? Mexican boyfriend?” and you’re immediately swept into everyday life of this city. The streets are narrow, the colors are faded by the sun and doors stay open as if welcoming you in to the heart of the families that call this place home. As you walk, you smile at everyone you cross. They return the gesture, an emanating warmth that you don’t get at home, particularly not in the dreary weather of late fall.
The lone bicycle stands propped against the wall. A basic addition to a colorful street. Its owner is no where to be found, but it’s not locked. Just sitting, waiting to be taken out for a spin.