DOMINGO CAMINANDO

Another marathon.  Who knew?  We should read the local paper more often.  Looks like Africans won again.

We decided to walk, not run, to our still unbought house.  We had hoped to close the last week in October, but an assessment, the necessity of which we were unaware, had to be done.  The gentleman who lives in the house seems to be unavailable, as you can see by the lock on the front door.  His daughter in FLA and her real estate agent are trying to find out where he is.  So Monday we'll pay another month's rent on the casita and hope something happens by the end of November.

The street and sidewalk the house is on are being repaved.  Wires are being buried.

The corner of Invierno (our street) and Universidad.  The small, triangular park on the right looks like a poor man's version of Parque Güell in Barcelona:

Universidad, which runs beside the "river," is very lovely with its new plantings (at least the surviving ones) and water features:

 And places to rest:

Ignacio Perez, the guy on the horse (below), was pointed the wrong way before the city redid this intersection; the guides in the tranvias (fake trolley cars) that take tourists around town used to joke about how he had lost his way.  He is now pointed accurately toward his 1810 destination, San Miguel de Allende, where he was rushing to warn Allende himself that the plot to rebel against Spain had been discovered.  The War of Independence ensued.  Tourists followed.