One of the many wonderful and endearing aspects of life in San Miguel de Allende is the constant interaction with vendors.
They arrive at our door and ring the bell, punctuating the day with offers of tortillas, gorditas, tamales, flowers, nopales, soil; deliveries of bottled water and bottled gas. Then there’s the hombre whose knife and scissor sharpening service is heralded by a long, low whistle, the corn man whose presence is made known with an indecipherable bellowing chant, and the franchise ice cream woman whose costume matches her rolling cart.
They bring what ever goods they have made, gathered or found to sell, and courageously and unabashedly ask if you want some.
Hi Aysha,
I love reading your posts! And the pictures
are so, so special.
I can tell that this is a truly magical place for you.
So glad you were able to make this trip and
add it all to your life story!
We’re just gathering up stories…”a grand adventure or nothing at all.” Thanks for being part of mine! xxoxx
“a grand adventure or nothing at all.” I like that.