Although the Patzcuarans were happily unaware that we were non-celebrating there.
A couple of women in local garb. I loved those aprons. Coke is the human fuel of Mexico. Even abuelas drink it.
My Thanksgiving dinner was a plate of tiny silver fried fish, heads and eyes included. El sr J chose something else on the menu. As you can see by my attire, it was really cold there.
We were the only people in the tour van so I requested and got a side trip to a cemetery.
Santa Clara de Cobre is a small town near Patzcuaro in which 90% of the males work in copper. All the copper is from recycled material. Above is a chunk of it which is going to be heated and hammered down.
The fire
The hammering. Manly men.
We each chose a pot.
I'm willing them to my sister.
The copper pots are beautiful, and I'm envious. Maybe we need to go back to Patzcuaro ourselves.
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