"Everything is for sale in Mexico," someone told me before I headed for Michoacan. What I noticed is everyone works to contribute. Young alongside old, families sell things from shops and booths; street vendors offer maps and trinkets, specialty food items and assistance (a hand with your luggage perhaps), even a song.
Clowns impress motorists during red lights at large intersections to earn a few pesos.
Those who dance, dance, and then they pass the hat.
Those who make sopas and tamales sell them face to face on the street and table-side at outdoor restaurants. Those who shine shoes line the city streets or carry mobile units available on call.
And they start very young.
"Everything is for sale in Mexico," someone told me before I headed for Michoacan. What I noticed is everyone works to contribute. Young alongside old, families sell things from shops and booths; street vendors offer maps and trinkets, specialty food items and assistance (a hand with your luggage perhaps), even a song.
Clowns impress motorists during red lights at large intersections to earn a few pesos.
Those who dance, dance, and then they pass the hat.
Those who make sopas and tamales sell them face to face on the street and table-side at outdoor restaurants. Those who shine shoes line the city streets or carry mobile units available on call.
And they start very young.
Tonia. We met at Jessica Morrell's writing workshop in January and I found this link to your blog on her blog. Your photographs are absolutely stunning. Just gorgeous. I am so glad I have had a chance to see them. I will check in regularly.
ReplyDeleteRegards. Rachael Spavins