I blissfully spent this past week playing in the archives in Oaxaca. It was wonderful to return to this most beloved city and to revisit all my old stomping grounds from the summer. My first morning there, I went to one of my favorite coffee shops and was delighted to see this on one of the walls:
Since previous posts showcase the architectural wonders of Oaxaca, I'm posting shots of my favorite (mostly new) artwork on display around town:
Surrounded by gorgeous mountains, it's impossible to have a bad view when walking through town.
On my last day, I sat in this lovely park (that now has free wi-fi), drank freshly squeezed orange juice, and watched this dance class.
Back in Mexico City (it's impossible to get between San Miguel and Oaxaca without a stopover in the DF), I enjoyed this hazy view from my hotel room.
This is my other favorite coffee shop, and where most of my writing took place this trip:
As an added bonus, the city was hosting a book fair this week, so stalls and stalls of wonderful books to look through. They also hosted readings by several national and international authors, most recognizable to me was Paul Auster (who I missed by one day!).
Surrounded by gorgeous mountains, it's impossible to have a bad view when walking through town. 
On my last day, I sat in this lovely park (that now has free wi-fi), drank freshly squeezed orange juice, and watched this dance class. 
Back in Mexico City (it's impossible to get between San Miguel and Oaxaca without a stopover in the DF), I enjoyed this hazy view from my hotel room. 
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