We walked on different streets today , took in different shops. I love the old buildings more than the goods for sale. They are rambling and complex, with hidden gardens and stairs in surprising places.
Every street is a mystery.
Stuccoed walls in many colors and textures stretch as far as the eye can see, broken by weathered doors and small, deep-set, often barred windows. Signage is minimal, so you never really know whether you're setting off down a street of private dwellings or a treasure trove of shops. We have guidebooks, but they barely scratch the surface. It's hard to keep up my enthusiasm for doing art now. What looked unique on the afternoon we arrived now seems to be everywhere.