Thank you Alan,
That is interesting and timely. I hope Michael shares more info and photos once he arrives. It seems like a very long drive from Canada. I remember in the 1960s/70s my dad used to go to Mexico every winter with a friend who owned a house there. They went in a Piper Chieftain. He also took his beloved Leica M4, and I looked forward to the photos on his return. Unfortunately I can’t remember the name of the town. I do remember a wonderful book - Michael should read while he is there. The title is Platero and I, a 1956 Nobel prize winner by Juan Ramon Jimenez. I think my favorite is The Cart, on page 61:
In the big creek, which the rains had swelled as far as the vineyard, we found an old cart stuck in the mud, lost to view under its load of grass and oranges. A ragged, dirty little girl was weeping over one wheel, trying to help the donkey, who was, alas, smaller and frailer than Platero. And the little donkey was spending himself against the wind, trying vainly at the sobbing cry of the child to pull the cart out of the mire. His efforts were futile, like the efforts of brave children, like the breath of those tired summer breezes which fall fainting among the flowers.
I patted Platero, and as well as I could I hitched him to the cart in front of the wretched little donkey. I encouraged him then with an affectionate command, and Platero, at one tug, pulled cart and beast out of the mud and up the bank.
How the little girl smiled! It was as if the evening sun, setting among the yellow-crystal rain clouds, had kindled a dawn of joy behind her dirty tears.
With tearful gladness she offered me two choice oranges, perfect, heavy, round. I took them gratefully, and I gave one to the weak little donkey, to comfort him; the other to Platero as a golden reward.