. . . in the early morning of 16 August.
Calle Orizaba whence I came, not nearly as forbidding in the dark as it looks. I know that in writing that I could not have more eloquently asked for trouble down there sometime soon.
What would we do without Farmacia Guadalajara in Mexico? Available everywhere and anytime.
Not awake yet.
The ascent of the mountain via Cruz del Pueblo, the residential street for foot traffic only.
General Allende still on his horse down there in the foreground in Plaza Cívica Ignacio Allende.
The early morning hours just before sunrise are haunted by solitary, old men. That is not some cheap play for poignant effect. I love haunting the early morning hours just before sunrise.