After yet another yummy breakfast treat at our hotel -- toasted bolillo buns topped with refried beans and cheese, with tomatillo sauce and guacamole on the side -- we were loaded into three vans and driven out to the huge traveling market that lands there in SMdA each Tuesday. Consisting mostly of produce stands, used goods and food stalls that looked and smelled delicious, but which we were warned not to eat from, we were all quite under-whelmed by the shopping opportunities. But the photo ops? Well, those were endless!
|Anybody know what fruit this is?|
|Squash Blossoms Ready for Stuffing and Frying|
|Hubby did manage to resist the temptation of a macrame baby bed, but it wasn't easy!|
We met back up for a refreshing beverage at Muro's on Calle Loreta, before heading back to the hotel for our afternoon shower/siesta/journaling break.
That evening we were planning to return to Carreo Cafe, maybe try some of their other menu options, but must have taken a different street than usual, for we stumbled upon several shops and restaurants we hadn't noticed before.
When we spotted a restaurant called Hank's, which seemed to be hoppin' with activity, Hubby suddenly remembered that it was one a high school friend, who spent time in SMdA, had recommended. I guess you could call it Mexican-Cajun-Fusion cuisine. I'm not really sure. All I know is that their Salmon Ceviche, with its citrus tang, bits of creamy avocado, and bright cherry tomatoes, was muy delicioso!
After dinner we finally made it back to Calle Carreo, where that very same friend claimed there was a bar called El Gato Negro that Hubby simply must go to. "But," he added, "don't let the outside scare you off." Which, of course, was enough to make me nervous, but only made my hubby more determined! Unfortunately/fortunately (depends on your point of view), we wandered up and down the street without ever spotting it.
From there it was back to El Jardin for our nightly entertainment. John got some great video footage of the strolling musicians, the kids playing with their giant torpedo-shaped balloons that could bounce and fly, and the break-dancers in the gazebo. Sadly, he can't figure out how to transfer it to me so that I can share it here on the blog!
Strolling back to our hotel we passed a wee little gift shop that appeared to have no rear wall. Instead there seemed to be a large fountain of some sort, and behind that, a garden? We went in to get a closer look. Whoa! Were we ever surprised to discover that garden was surrounded by a great little night market full of shops and stalls, where I found the perfect Happy Earrings to go with one of my Happy Blouses!