Travlog: Part 8--La Paz

La Paz is a three-hour bus ride north of San Jose del Cabo. We stayed five nights in this sweet little bungalow.
Loy stands in the entrance from the street (below). The yard level is about five feet above street level. Directly across the street 180 degrees from this view was the harbor, and the "Malacon'," a wide sidewalk that runs along the water for a couple of miles within La Paz. People were jogging, walking and walking their dogs at all times of day and night on the Malacon'.



A horse made of palm fronds.

Where there is a woman, there is (are) illusion(s).
...or suicide.


Similar Pharmacys®, "The Same But More Cheap®"

Puffer, a fish out of water

The Hotel Los Arcos may have seen better days.

In Mexico, you see representations of skeletons in folk art everywhere. Until this trip, I thought it was simply to pay deference to the "Day of the Dead" (look it up). I ran across an explanation that added flesh (so to speak) to the representations. In the colonial period, Mexicans often tried to emulate what they thought was haute couture in Europe, overdressing in coats and tails and throwing lavish parties.

In the mid-19th century, satirists began depicting the lavishness using skeletons as the people involved, often dressed in coats and tails. The implication was that many Mexicans were attempting to be something they were not, skeletons in suits, so to speak.

Pristine 1964 'stang.