My favorite shop in Port Aransas was called A Mano. They import everything from colonial Mexico, including lots of unique folk art, directly from the artists themselves. Every single thing in the shop was absolutely color-mad: the wild wavy lamps; the hand painted dish sets with zentangle-like patterns; technicolor textiles and embroidered apparel; the bubbly glassware with stripes and polkadots. I wanted it all! Unfortunately, I didn't need any of it.
I sometimes wonder of the stork didn't miss his mark when he dropped me off in Texas. Could explain a lot -- especially when it comes to my food preferences.
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