I first visited San Blas in the early seventies. It was a sleepy little fishing village then. Now, it's a a run down, crowded, crumbling, dusty little fishing village. It's also a quiet backwater, where no one seems to be in a hurry, where whole families pile onto a scooter and drive slowly around the zocalito, waving at friends, stopping for an ice cream.
There's not much here for the tourist, no blocks and blocks of souvenir shops, no over priced restaurants and bars, but for a photographer, it's a real shutter melter.
Dogs and scooters are ever present in San Blas,
Motor bikes and mobile phones, too.
I saw color,
And ingenuity, as in this grill made from an automobile wheel and what looks like it might have been a storm drain grate in another light.
Tomorrow's a travel day. Who knows what that might bring?