Tuesday Market

No one visits San Miguel without seeing the Tuesday Market, at least if Norm has anything to say about it. It’s his favorite place. So, yesterday we caught the bus up the hill to meander the crowded trails between the MANY stalls of the Mercado Grande. What a fabulous assault on our senses! Tuesday Market, for those of you who haven’t heard about it before, is just that – a huge flea market that appears overnight just outside of town. It is made up of makeshift tents made of various brightly colored tarps and covers several acres. By Tuesday night it's gone. It disappears for a week, then they do it all over again. You can buy everything from Mexican antiques to fresh chicken feet. For those of you in the Midwest think "Rutledge without the guns and dogs,” for the rest, imagine your largest yard sale to the nth power and include poblano peppers and piles of herbs with unknown names, and you’ve got the picture. Our visiting friends, Roger & Margo Droz, seemed most impressed with the handmade potato chips and the ‘pig on the stake’ that meat was carved from to make burritos and tacos. Tuesday Market is a HUGE social event for the locals. It was fun to watch the families sharing meals along long tables in the center of the Market. Loud mariachi and rock music, smells of chilies, garlic and onions and some odors that you can’t identify, but make you smile - an assault of colors – rows and rows of 5 gallon drink jars in every color of the rainbow - clotheslines of tiny colored French bras trimmed in lace flapping in the breeze (I swear no one down here is larger than an AA cup) You get the picture.
Today we’re off to La Gruta -the hot water Spa just outside of town - to ease our sore muscles from yesterdays walking. It should be another good day in San Miguel….