November 22, 2006.
The day was spent wandering around the colourful sights of Aguascalientes, a colonial silver town north of Guadalajara in Mexico.
El Palacio de Gobierno, with its arches and ranges of orange, where even the garbage cans are beautiful talavera ceramics.
The Literary Studies Centre: soft yellow walls, grey stonework, orange brick and blue, blue skies.
The church, a study in pastels, with a blue and white mosaic tile roof.
Another pastel concoction in the form of an agua mineral (mineral water) poster.
Shades of orange and green at the Public Bath House Gardens. (Aguascalientes means ‘Hot Waters’, a place of hot springs, and there are several spas around town.)
My diary was exuberant, raving on about the colours and artworks I had seen.
In my journal I wrote ‘brilliant crystalline sky, cobalt blue , trees neon acid lime, feathery leaves. Am I getting a migraine?’
Turned out there was no migraine involved – just amazing light…
The next day we went on a day trip from Aguascalientes to Teocaltiche, an unspoiled village highly recommended by the US Customs agent who was more concerned we have a good time in Mexico than checking our luggage!
