Mexico is yellow! So many things that were beautiful, eye-catching, interesting, different about San Miguel de Allende, a colonial city in central Mexico, happened to be yellow. Here are some.
Our casita on Calle 28 de abril was always cheerful to come home to:
The library, thanks to the colony of American expats, had plenty of English-language books for those long, lazy days. But it was tempting just to sit outside instead in the cobbled entrance area and enjoy the bugambilia and the blue sky and the yellow facade:
Another facade. This bell tower looks centuries old — but was in fact brand new, especially constructed for a new “old” albergo:
And then there were simply the old walls of San Miguel themselves, sometimes flaking and falling to pieces, but so picturesquely!
So striking were the yellows everywhere — and the reds and rust and copper and hot pinks — that I told my art teacher I wanted to switch my classical chiaroscuro still life palette from gloomy darks to BRIGHT; with this result:
I like living in New England, but it’s so — pastel. I miss vivid Mexican yellows!