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In A Monochrome State Of Mind
A Warm, Latte Monochrome, State Of Mind
This morning I chose to walk in a completely different direction from any of my well worn paths. I wanted to photograph in a cemetery I had noticed on the map.
I found the cemetery locked up tight. I had found the same thing in other, smaller final resting places around Oaxaca. I scratched my head in bewildered wonder.
It was clear the powers that be, did not want any gringo poking around taking pictures of their dearly departed, in their tombs, crypts, and gravesites. I got the message, loud and clear.
Along the way of this new route I expected to find a cafe to sit in, and drink my morning latte. This too was not to be. On a nearly three mile circular loop, I did not stumble upon a single cafe with an espresso machine in the window.
This morning walk would include no gravestone photographs, nor moments holding a warm cup of my favorite, creamy brown beverage.
By this time, the thought of more walking, just for a latte, had lost its appeal. I went home and made a good breakfast. It was the least I could do.
