Markets

Mexico is a visceral experience.  Walking through markets heaped with  goods to touch and smell.Not wrapped in plastic identifiable only by some picture on the box to decipher what may be on the inside.  Usually containing goods, duller, smaller and less interesting.

 

 

and then, in the Tuesday market, on Christmas eve, where Hailey could touch and hold and dream...

 

 

Luckily Santa knew