I went wandering around San Blas last night, being my last night in Mexico. I went down to the Church in the center of town just as the sun was setting, and it was painted nicely by the evening colors. Out front there was a gate, so I got a shot looking up at the gate entrance. The twilight down here lasts only a short time, so the colors soon faded, and as they did, I went to a taco stand to get myself dinner. The tacos, of course are excellent, and always seem to be 10 pesos, though on some rare occasions you can find 8 peso tacos. The majority of the difference is the size, and the amount of stuff they put in them. In Puerto Vallerta, they are small, but the same price. In San Blas, they are big. So the smaller the town, the bigger the taco. I will test this theory by going out into the desert to a place where there are two roads that intersect and find a taco stand there run by coyotes and road-runners (and maybe a burro) with tacos that are the size of bedsheets. And filled with heaven. But first I have to get a new visa to come back to Mexico. So that will have to be a later post.
After dinner, I went into the square. This wasn't a long trek, since the Church and the Plaza are always next to each other, and also because the taco stand was on the corner of the plaza. I had to cross the street. So now it is getting dark enough to make longer exposure pictures, and then the lights come on! So everything is orange from the very excited electrons bubbling around in Sodium vapors. The trees in the plaza, as the sun sets, become full of Grackels, black birds like a small crow with a slender bill. They screech and grack (I think that describes it nicely) and make a lot of noise. During the day there are pigeons, but they disappear at dusk. A mariachi band starts up, their light music fighting against the deepening dark. And finally the lamps flick on and paint everyone with an unnatural orange, but brightening the mood. I took a couple pictures, but not many, since the attitude is more of relaxation than of work. The pictures seemed like a slight rebuff to the atmosphere.
I am nearly gone from this place, nearly gone from the boat, and I tried to make pictures to show that effect. It was my last night in Mexico.