Camila and her amigo were working the crowd on Saturday night.
This morning, gari made a tasty fritata for breakfast, then Thea and I caught a cab and went to check out a shop that Rosa asked us to look into as a possible outlet for her jewelry. Mixta, on Pila Seca is the most beautifully displayed shop we have seen in San Miguel de Allende.
The selection of items on display are also the best we've found.
We stumbled into another shop, this one filled with designer purses and clothing, but the most exciting things we found there were two large paintings by Oaxacan Artist Irving Herrera. Drawings, really, in charcoal with some color augmentation.
We had a delicious lunch in a small bistro / café across from the Bellas Artes, (sorry, I've forgotten the name, but I'm sure we will go there again.)
Then we went to see if our favorite shop from thirteen years ago was open. It was not.
By then it was three o'clock, so we went to the movie theater I mentioned yesterday, to make reservations for the 5:30 showing of Night Train to Lisbon, with Jeremy Irons. There were only two seats left; office room arm chairs, not the comfy looking theater seats everyone else had beaten us to. The three o'clock showing had been packed and the eight pm showing had only one seat left. There was only enough room for about twenty five people. We made our reservation and had just enough time to walk to a money exchange for some pesos and back before the start of the film.
The price of admission included a drink and a small bag of popcorn.
The sound made it difficult to hear, as did the heavy accents in the film, and for the first few minutes, the loud rustling of popcorn bags. Ah well, it was a good film and an intriguing story.
At some point during all this, we finally caught the above mentioned favorite antiques store open. On our first visit, we had purchased the lamp that hangs above our dining table, and a nice silver pen and Thea's favorite antique silver bracelet. This time, though, no such luck. Not a single thing of real interest. And much higher prices.
Another nice long walk, follwed by a crisp shrimp appetizer and a bowl of soup at Berlin and a taxi ride back to Casa Laura, topped off another busy day in San Miguel.
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